The Heartloom pulsed, its shattered light and darkness flying in every direction. Threads tore from its core like wispy veins of uncut destiny, lashing through the void as the Warden's serenity finally shattered.
"You have the temerity to take what never was meant for mortal hands," he hissed, arms wide. Threads burst forth, each of them shrieking with the weight of destiny denied—lives torn from them, futures lost.
Kael and Elira did not falter.
Their bond exploded like a supernova.
Kael's right arm bloomed with the glyphs of the Void Prince, blackness unrolling from his fingers like dark water. Elira flared in counterpoint, the fire of the Eternal Flame bursting forth in her bloodstream, her silver eyes blazing as her aura swelled, crosswoven with threads of memory, light, and revolt.
They moved in harmony.
