Down the slope—My men froze. The Ice People warriors dropped to one knee.
Even Viking—terrifying rune-warrior, fearless, unbreakable Viking—
slowly sank down, eyes wide, watching me with a mixture of awe and terror.
Sir Alex knelt too, jaw clenched, snow whipping around him. Henry and Joff went down out of instinct (and fear). Latte started crying. Coffi was shouting something about me becoming a queen.
And I?
I kept singing because stopping felt like suicide. 🎵 "For you and for me… and the entire human race…" 🎵 My voice echoed. Not just normally— but like the world itself was carrying it.
The rift glowed with ancient power. The air hummed with Spirit Qi. The mountains trembled as if recognizing something older than their own stone.
Snow lifted from the ground in soft spirals. Trees bowed, shaking their white leaves like they were saluting. Birds took off from the cliffs in massive flocks, swirling above me like a halo of wings.
