The Nullvein Gravewake Folds stirred with unrest.
WAP!
A crack, subtle but precise, echoed as though space itself had torn at the seam. A ripple of paradox unraveled across the gray-black weavings of the Gravewake Folds, and from the rent in reality, a single figure emerged.
A young woman.
Tears traced lines down her cheeks, trailing across skin tinted caramel by warmth long lost. Her dark hair shimmered with a sheen of black starlight, and yet her posture held no fragility. Her form was steady, spine straight with quiet resolve as the echo of her voice broke into the Folds.
"Noah Osmont."
It was barely a whisper. But it carried through the abyss like a prayer.
Her hands curled tightly into fists. Her eyes closed not in defeat and instead in concentration. She wasn't here for mourning. She would not mourn because her father was very much allive.. She was here to find him.
