The silence that fell among all those presences was almost as deafening as the roar that would precede a cataclysm. The air trembled around Stella. Each figure around her carried a monstrous aura—some burning like active volcanoes, others as cold as death creeping in forgotten battles. She knew nothing of what those people were capable of, nor did she even know who they were...
But none of that mattered now.
Because she only wanted to know about Samira; these people with her didn't matter...
The sister Stella had sworn to protect since they were old enough to conjure sparks. The sister who had run away. The sister who now looked at her with eyes so different that for a moment, Stella thought she was no longer her.
