The dark sky above, once scattered with shimmering stars, suddenly began to collapse. One by one, the stars fell—raining down like blazing meteors crashing toward the barren land below. But what no one could have ever guessed…
Those stars weren't stars at all.
They were souls.
No—ghosts!!
Spirits, countless in number, plummeting from the heavens and striking the ground with explosive bursts of black and violet light. But they didn't scatter aimlessly. They weren't random. Each one landed in formation—surrounding the casket—standing guard around the woman who lay within, as if they had awoken to shield their Queen.
Aether's eyes widened in disbelief.
But these weren't ordinary ghosts.
