[: 3rd POV :]
In another corner of Daniel's endless manifested domains, this one vast, pale, silent, and trembling with the residue of whatever blessings they gave, two Apostles awaited the one approaching them.
The sky was split into halves.
One side glowed with searing gold, a simulated dawn that refused to progress.
The other side sprawled with endless shadow, waves of darkness rippling like a black sea.
Hovering in that twilight border were two Apostles.
Solareon, Herald of Radiant Dawn, floating with six wings of blazing gold, his face sculpted and proud, yet twisted with arrogance.
Beside him stood Umbrazel, Warden of the Abyssal Shade, his body veiled in writhing darkness, like a living eclipse.
They felt her approach long before she appeared.
The elemental spirits trembled.
The soul fragments lingering in the Domain whispered.
Even the void between breaths quivered.
A soft footstep echoed.
And she emerged.
It was the Spirit Empress, Sylvene Luminara.
