Celestials tore through the skies, destroying everything they touched. Fire rained from above, turning the world into a furnace of chaos.
Standing at the edge of the crumbling temple, I watched it all fall apart, breathing in smoke and ash.
She was dying.
The only person who ever understood me—my partner, my equal.
Our ambitions had brought us together. Our vision kept us united.
And yet, in her final moments, all she cared about was the girl.
The weapon we created together.
I staggered through the rubble, pain pulsing from the wound in my side—courtesy of a god's sword.
But even that agony was nothing compared to the betrayal searing through me.
She had used her final breath to shield it—not just from the wrath of gods and celestials... but from me.
I called out to her. To us. But she didn't look back.
Arms raised, voice cracking with each word of the ancient chant, she poured the last of her life into a radiant shield of light.
I limped forward, faster. Reached out—
Too late.
The glow enveloped the weapon. The chant ended.
And she vanished.
My partner… collapsed.
Turned to dust in the wind.
How dare she?
She hid the very thing we spent lifetimes perfecting.
She died without me. Without a plan.
After everything we endured.
Now I was alone.
Something cracked inside me.
Surrounded by fire, blood, and ruin—I laughed.
The sound tore from my throat like a curse.
The weapon was supposed to be our triumph.
The vessel of our vengeance.
"I will find you," I whispered to the void.
"No matter how many celestials I must break."
"You were never meant to be free."
"You were ours."
And I will unbind the power she locked away—
and make you mine.
Kaelira.