Location: The Broken Skylands — Ruins of Myrrha
POV: Caelis Thorne | Seris Valen | Ashren Vale
The skies tore open.
Where once Myrrha floated, serene and unreachable, now it hung broken—shards of stone suspended in glowing runes, like a shattered memory trying to hold itself together.
This was where it would happen.
The prophecy had whispered of it. The stars had bled it. And fate had twisted every path toward this place.
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Caelis — The Scarred Blade
He arrived first.
The seventh flame remained unbroken, but the beast had stirred. Caelis carried its echo in his veins now—a mark not of submission, but of survival. He had faced it, refused its promise, and walked away changed.
He stood on the edge of a floating platform, the wind screaming through the cracks in the sky. In his hand, his blade pulsed with silent resolve.
> "You'll come," he said. "Both of you. And when you do… the truth will burn."
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Seris — The Living Flame
She arrived in fire.
The Flame-Kin circled behind her, battle-worn and ready. Emberreach had emptied for the first time in centuries. They had not come to conquer, but to witness.
Seris landed on a spiraled stair of crystal, her boots echoing against its ancient surface. Her eyes found Caelis. They said nothing. They had no need to.
> "The world holds its breath," she murmured. "Let's not choke it with silence."
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Ashren — The Crowned Shadow
He descended in silence.
Not on wings, not on fire—but on gravity itself bending to his will. The black crown shimmered like night wrapped in memory. Behind him, the Wastes groaned and shifted—the remnants of Thamaris's dominion answering to a new name.
He stepped onto the central platform, where Caelis and Seris stood waiting.
Three of them.
Past. Present. Future.
Each one broken. Each one reborn.
> "So," Ashren said, his voice a low vow, "we've come to unmake a god."
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The Nexus Awakes
The ruins of Myrrha lit with old magic.
A circle of runes flared beneath their feet. The Veil between worlds thinned. Shadows slipped through the cracks—shadows with memories, with faces once loved and lost.
And above them, high in the bleeding sky, a silhouette began to form.
Not Thamaris.
But something worse: the god that came before.
> "We were never meant to survive this," Caelis muttered.
"That's why we will," Seris replied.
> "Then let's finish what the gods could not," Ashren said.
"Together."
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Final Scene — A Storm of Truths
The sky shattered fully.
Light and dark collided in a storm of memory, flame, and vengeance.
And at its heart stood three souls—no longer bound by fate, but by choice.