Chapter 60 - 59 - Triune Storm
At first, only a small breeze encircled Mira—barely audible, like the hushed whispers of nature unwilling to disturb the morning stillness.
Strands of her hair lifted gently, swaying along the slow spiral of wind that danced around her small frame. Her dress rippled softly, as if breathing with the world itself. Dry leaves nearby rose one by one, spinning in a slow, mesmerizing dance.
Then, droplets of water began to appear—forming from the humidity in the air, weightless and crystal-clear. They orbited Mira in a slow rhythm, catching the morning sunlight and scattering it like fragments of a dream.
And then... something else arrived.
Faint streaks of lightning—barely visible—slipped through the breeze and mist. A subtle current hummed through the air, tracing silver lines that wrapped Mira in an unseen field. There was no sound of thunder. No smell of burning. Only a gentle vibration, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Wind. Water. Lightning.
Three elements... swirling around a girl who had yet to even open her eyes.
The scene looked like a living painting—impossible, and yet utterly real.
Riven stood still.
For a moment, he forgot to breathe.
His heart pounded in his chest.
Beside him, Lyrienne remained silent. Her expression was unreadable—eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, her ornate fan closed tightly in her hand.