Chapter 22: Sanctum Vessel – Elyssira’s Grace
She had tried to move.
Even as the ceiling cracked above them, even as arcane fires roared through the chamber, Aurevia had fought against the pull of unconsciousness. But her body refused.
Her limbs were numb, heavy with the corruption that had once surged through her veins. Her vision blurred, her breath shallow. All she could do was lie there—watching—powerless.
She had seen him glowing.
She had seen his expression, calm and resolute as the divine surged through his body, as if he were shedding mortal skin to embrace something far greater.
Even through her dazed senses, she had known what was coming. Known... and feared it.
"Master..."
Then came the light.
A burst—no, an eruption—of radiance exploded outward from his chest, golden and crimson.
It filled the room like a second sun, vaporizing stone, magic, and darkness alike. There was no sound. No scream. No pain. Just... release.
And silence.