Power burned through Seraphina like wildfire, not just in her veins—but in her soul.
She didn't scream.
She roared.
Light poured from her skin, fracturing the air. The realm trembled beneath her feet. The fabric of fate itself quivered, struggling to contain her.
Aetherion staggered backward. The god who once loomed like a mountain now looked… human. Shaken. Small.
"You should have crumbled," he said hoarsely.
"I did," Seraphina whispered, hovering above the shattered ground. "But I built myself from the ashes."
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Scene Break – The Rewrite Begins
Wings of blazing light stretched from her back—neither angelic nor divine, but something new. Something entirely her own. Her hair floated around her, strands glowing like threads of gold ink.
"This isn't your magic," Aetherion hissed.
"No," she said. "It's mine."
And with a flick of her wrist, she rewrote the sky.
Clouds dissolved. The void parted. Time itself halted—just for a moment—as she reached into the broken laws of the world and pulled out a single, glowing thread.
Kaelith's thread.
"Bring him back," she murmured.
Aetherion rushed forward, panic slicing through his mask. "You don't understand—! That thread was cut for a reason! If you interfere—"
Seraphina gripped the thread and tied it to her heart.
Her body shook violently.
She coughed blood.
But Kaelith's name spilled from her lips, and her soul held.
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Scene Break – He Returns
From the empty space between realms, a figure fell—like a comet breaking through reality.
Kaelith crashed into the fractured abyss, golden and black energy crackling around him. His body shuddered… and he gasped for breath.
Seraphina collapsed to her knees, dizzy. Weak.
But when Kaelith looked up and their eyes met—she smiled.
"You came back."
He stumbled toward her.
"You… you tore through the Veil for me?"
"No," she whispered. "For us."
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Final Scene – But Not Without Cost
Aetherion was silent.
Then—he laughed.
A slow, hollow sound.
"You think you've won?" he asked, voice echoing across the newly forming sky. "You've merely severed the leash. But the beast still waits."
Seraphina's glow dimmed slightly. She turned to Kaelith, confusion flickering in her expression.
Aetherion pointed—at Kaelith's chest.
> There, pulsing beneath his skin, was a mark. A brand. The same one Aetherion wore on his wrist.
"No," Seraphina breathed. "No, that's not—"
> "You brought him back," Aetherion said. "But he didn't return alone."
The light in Kaelith's eyes flickered.
He stumbled again—clutching his head.
"No—Sera—get away from me—"
And in the next instant, his scream shattered the air.