Charlotte's breath caught as her eyes roamed across the endless expanse of gleaming steel and blackened edges floating in the void.
She had heard her mother and Mika talk about the Sanctuary countless times, always with reverence and warning, but seeing it with her own eyes was another thing entirely.
The abyss stretched in every direction, swords of every shape, size, and origin drifting like constellations in a pale, white sky. And all of it, the countless blades and their restless spirits, belonged to her mother.
This was the source of Yelena's power, the very thing that made her feared and respected across the world.
Charlotte's admiration was written across her face, her wide eyes glimmering as though she stood before a miracle. She wanted to drink in everything, to imprint this sight forever in her memory.
But then, something caught her.
