THIRD PERSON
The world holds its breath. For one fragile second, everything is still.
At the center of the shattered courtyard, Elara stands, the pendant now resting where it belongs. Whole. Complete.
Beside her, Alpha Scavia. Unyielding. Ready.
Across from them, what remains of Claire lies motionless. But above her, the entity.
No longer bound. No longer subtle.
It expands. Its form stretching into something vast and unnatural, a silhouette of pure darkness tearing at the edges of reality itself.
“You think this changes anything?” it roars. Its voice cracks the air.
“I am beyond you.”
Elara steps forward. “No,” she says calmly. Her voice does not rise, but it carries.
“You were hidden behind something that wasn’t yours.”
The golden light around her deepens, warmer, stronger. “N
