A golden inferno cutting through the clouds.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Her twin war braids rippling on the winds as Tarrakai moves through the sky—free, wild, untamed.
The darkness remembered her name, but it’s her light that will immortalize it.
And for the first time, I understand what it means for divinity to walk the mortal world.
She sweeps over the Caelorian ranks, Duskae’s magic and Tarrakai’s flame braided into one living force. Gold laced with black fire. Holy and hellbound all at once.
Every breath the dragon exhales turns soldiers to ash. Every flicker of her light purifies the poison from my kingdom.
They tried to steal our history, but Elyssara writes a new one.
Every blaze of her magic, every beat of Tarrakai’s wings rewrites the stories rulers have used to justify our present.
And I fight beneath her light, my sword carving through flesh and steel like judgment made manifest.
Beside me, Teddy’s axe sings through the dark.
Jax moves like vengeance incarnate, shadows burning around her wrists.
Seren’s bolts pierce the air.
The Vaythari’s chant crescendos, their staves striking in rhythm with the dragon’s wings.
The Cindrali’s spears twist through the night, catching on Elyssara’s glow until the sky itself burns with color.
“Better late than never, right?” a rich grumble reaches me through the bloodlust and awe.
I spin, impaling a soldier on my sword as my eyes meet Gellesk’s.
His rebels thunder in from the south, their battle cries raw and human andhome.They confront the Starborn ranks—no fear, no hesitation, only duty.
“What kept you?” I grit out, as my shadows choke a soldier with his sword raised above Gellesk.
“We leveraged the rebels in Galreth and took on the unit Thalmyr sent. They retreated. Didn’t wanna risk their unit here,” Gellesk scoffs, his mahogany skin slick with sweat from the journey.
A holler tears from Elyssara’s throat atop Tarrakai’s back when she realizes Gellesk’s rebels are among us and the sound is holy. Sacred.The sound of hope.
And in that moment—I understand.
I see it.
I see what my father never could.
The Decay can’t be brought down with light, because it wasn’t born of darkness.
It was born of division.
Their union unlocks what must be undone.
The prophecy barrels into me like a cannon through Kryntar’s walls.
It was never The Decay that needed to be undone—it was separation.
Holy fucking Stars—it’s about unity.
