The world cracked beneath their feet.
The heavens above pulsed with the wrath of the Celestials.
A golden light—pure, ancient, and absolute—descended like judgment itself, threatening to erase everything it touched.
Carmilia, Vlahović, and Bowen stood in its path. Alone. Proud. Unyielding.
Far in the distance, beyond the withering trees and fractured rocks, Charlotte could be seen vanishing through the mist alongside Neana. Lila was barely conscious, her seer's aura faint and flickering like a candle resisting the wind. The last glance Carmilia gave them wasn't one of fear. It was a silent vow.
"We hold," Carmilia whispered, her breath fogging the air in front of her face, already shimmering with frost. "We hold... until the end."
