The mausoleum of Atlantis was a solemn place, its walls carved from golden stones and lined with alcoves that held the remains of heroes who had fallen in service to the city. Eternal flames burned in bronze braziers, casting dancing shadows across the stone effigies that marked the resting places of the honored dead.
Adam found Luna kneeling before a newly carved sarcophagus, her green hair catching the flickering light of the memorial flames. But it wasn't the same lustrous emerald he remembered—patches of her hair were singed black at the edges, the ends brittle and shortened where divine fire had touched them.
She looked up as his footsteps echoed through the chamber, and the carefully maintained composure she had worn like armor throughout the war crumbled the moment their eyes met.
