It had changed. It had fed .
He pulled back his hood. His eyes were the same shade as the dead riverbed. “Kael. And I’ve already died once today. I’m not afraid of a second time.”
“You don’t understand,” she whispered. “If I plant that now, it won’t heal the land. It will consume everything—the soil, the sky, even me. I’ll become a goddess of rot.”
“What is your name, mortal?”
Seraphine, the last goddess of the Verdant Court, knelt in the cracked bed of a once-sacred river. Her silver hair, once flowing with starlight, now hung limp and grey. Every morning, she watched another tree turn to dust. Every evening, another village packed its carts and fled toward the coast, where nothing grew at all.
The world of Atheria was dying—not with a scream, but with a slow, silent sigh.
It had changed. It had fed .
He pulled back his hood. His eyes were the same shade as the dead riverbed. “Kael. And I’ve already died once today. I’m not afraid of a second time.”
“You don’t understand,” she whispered. “If I plant that now, it won’t heal the land. It will consume everything—the soil, the sky, even me. I’ll become a goddess of rot.”
“What is your name, mortal?”
Seraphine, the last goddess of the Verdant Court, knelt in the cracked bed of a once-sacred river. Her silver hair, once flowing with starlight, now hung limp and grey. Every morning, she watched another tree turn to dust. Every evening, another village packed its carts and fled toward the coast, where nothing grew at all.
The world of Atheria was dying—not with a scream, but with a slow, silent sigh.