[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: ELARA'S APOTHECARY - THE ABSOLUTE DOMAIN]
The silence inside the woven dome of shadow and starlight was absolute, heavy, and thick like velvet.
Elara stared at the hands interlocked over her stomach. Aldren's dark, heavily scarred fingers—the hands that had chopped her firewood and gently tended her hearth—were flawlessly intertwined with Li's pale, elegant digits, the same hands that had brewed her tea and just casually crushed a tear in the fabric of reality.
The Lord of the Abyssal Demonic Realm.The Emperor of the Celestial Heavens. The magnitude of what they had just confessed didn't hit her mind first; it hit her body. The lingering, toxic adrenaline of the near-death experience finally shattered. A violent, uncontrollable tremor started in her hands and instantly wracked her entire frame.
Her breath hitched, catching painfully in her throat. The dam broke.
