Made of dark armor, forged from abyssal miasma. Its presence—imposing beyond comprehension—cast a long shadow over the trembling remnants of its enemies.
And yet, she felt no fear.
Instead… warmth.
That was what reached her, even amidst the devastation below.
She knew this presence.
She had always known.
Hovering within the Sacred Eidolith, she saw him.
Arkanos.
Her lips parted slightly, breath caught in her throat. This was no mere ruler. No warlord. No emperor of men. He was something greater in this moment—something divine, something ineffable. He was overwhelming, a force that bent reality itself. And yet, to her, he was nothing short of… magnificent.
A god made flesh.
Her heart pounded, not with dread, but with an unshakable certainty.
He had done this all for her. He had willingly walked into the clutches of his enemies for her sake.
Her heart fluttered.
She hadn't felt like this in a while.
