Seraphina stood alone.
The golden bridge stretched endlessly before her, suspended over a bottomless abyss filled with shimmering starlight.
The temple had become unnaturally quiet.
There was no sign of Lucien.
No sign of the others.
Only silence.
She took a cautious step forward.
The bridge glowed beneath her feet.
Then a familiar voice echoed around her.
"Seraphina..."
She froze.
"Mother?"
Ahead...