The battlefield kept shaking. Not from war, not from gods screaming—but from something heavier.
A reckoning.
And it was walking straight toward Thea.
Aurora stepped forward through the dust and divine ash, the air around her pulsing like it wanted to run. Light bent around her limbs. Time staggered near her ankles. Even the gods in the distance slowed their attacks just to watch.
She wasn't burning.
She wasn't glowing.
She was… rising.
Thea met her with the calm of someone who'd already seen this a thousand times.
"You shouldn't be able to see this moment," she said softly, silver glyphs rotating behind her head. "And yet here you are."
Aurora's voice cracked like clear crystal. "I burned every future where I lost. And you're the only one left."
Without warning—
BOOM—
They collided.
