Eldur's POV
"Please…" I rasped into the night, my voice cracked and threadbare from everything I'd held back until now. I tilted my head to the dark, cloud-choked sky, staring past the stars I couldn't see—to the goddess who wove fates and forged bonds stronger than bone and blood.
"Please… just let me reach her."
The universe heard me.
The portal didn't open—it tore through reality, like a scream given form. My scream. One I'd been holding inside ever since she ran from me, ever since I felt the pulse of our bond begin to fade.
I stepped through.
The scent of blood slammed into me like a truck.
Her blood.
Nova's.
My breath caught. Everything inside me—heart, lungs, soul—froze, then ignited into a wildfire of rage. My vision blurred, not from grief or panic, but from pure, volcanic fury. That kind of rage that makes time bend. That makes gods flinch.
Red.
That was all I could see at first.
