Scene 1 – The Predator's Words
The void trembled with golden sparks as chains clashed again and again. Each strike between Jemil's bindings and the predator's blade shook the darkness into shreds of light, constellations scattering across the endless sky.
The predator stood unyielding, its body half-man, half-beast, shrouded in golden fire. When it spoke, the voice carried weight, dragging through the marrow of Jemil's bones.
"You bear her mark."
The words cracked like thunder. Jemil's breath hitched, the curse searing his chest in immediate response. His golden bindings rippled violently, almost recoiling as if they recognized the truth before he could.
"The curse that no vow can break. The Mistress's gift."
The battlefield went still for an instant. Even the chains that had filled the void with noise seemed to pause, coiled in silence.
Jemil's fingers flexed against his glowing bindings. Her… mark?
