The Realms tried to recover as much of their strength as they could, having received temporary relief from the continuous battles.
With the faction of the Heavenly Emperor and that of the Lord of Shadows weighed in their next course of action, a premature Broken World was suffering from the brunt of a spar.
Vesta was obsessed with Ozul.
Their fight was etched in her heart. It had lasted for a short while, but every moment of it had reignited in her the fire that had dimmed to a flickering candle after years of slumber.
And as she entered the new Realm following him, she fought, from that day, not to survive but to be strong enough to face him on equal footing again. She wanted nothing more than to see him biting the ground under her feet.
