[VOLUME 13: THE PRIMEVAL ASCENSION][ERA: THE POST-DIVINE AGE][LOCATION: THE PRIMEVAL SANCTUARY - APEX]
The ash of three disintegrated deities drifted down like gray snow against the dark glass of the crater.
Kaelen, the massive vanguard of the Pantheon, lowered his blazing glaive. The holy fire flickering along the blade sputtered, mirroring the sudden, catastrophic faltering of his divine resolve. For a millennia, the Pantheon had ruled unchallenged. Mortals were fragile, easily shattered playthings.
But the woman standing upon the obsidian altar, holding the raw core of creation in her bare hand, was no longer mortal.
Elara's chest heaved. The power rushing through her veins was intoxicating, a roaring river of starlight and abyssal shadow. Through the newly forged soul-bond, she didn't just feel her own exhaustion—she felt the twin infernos of Li and Aldren's absolute, terrifying pride.
