It was during the Festival of Lumina in the grand capital of Astrael, where mages and nobles gathered to celebrate the alignment of the twin moons. Igaris had attended out of formality, as the Supreme Mages were expected to show their presence during great events. He stood at the edge of the grand marble balcony, gazing at the moonlit city below, when he felt it — that same pulse in his soul he had carried for centuries, but now stronger.
His eyes shifted, scanning the crowd. And then he saw her.
A woman walking through the moonlit plaza, her steps graceful and silent. She was unlike anyone else in the city — wearing a simple white dress, her silver hair flowing down her back, and her eyes… they were the same violet as his own. For a moment, it felt as though the crowd ceased to exist. The festival music faded, the noise of celebration vanished, and only she remained in his vision.
