Clouds rolled like silver rivers across the Triarcan Range, the skies above unnaturally still.
Selamira hovered alone, suspended in the high atmosphere where the light of stars could bleed directly into the world.
Her hair fluttered in the windless void. The mountains beneath her, the towering peaks of the Keep, stood useless- no signs, no traces. The Vessel of Adrastia, and the one she wanted by extension…had vanished.
Frustration flickered across her gorgeous features.
Her gaze swept across the horizon where many Ancient Ones continued their search, yet none had found anything.
She clenched her fists.
She would not allow this blasphemous human to escape. She did not want to, but at this moment, she knew that she may have to rely on his power!
Closing her eyes, Selamira exhaled reverently.
Then, without a word, she raised her left hand high. The Atlanteans behind her paused, puzzled- until they saw her right hand reach into her chest.
Crack…
