In the stark contrast of worlds, as one life ended, another began to stir. In the Empire, Cassiopeia's lifeless body, which had lain still and pale under the ornate covers of her bed, began to emanate a soft, ethereal glow. It started as a faint shimmer, gradually intensifying into a radiant light that bathed the entire room in a warm, golden hue.
Those gathered around her bed – Emperor Magnus, the princes, Alexis, and the Enchantress – watched in awe and disbelief. Their faces, previously etched with grief and despair, now reflected a burgeoning hope. The light seemed to pulse with life, a visual symphony that hinted at the return of their beloved Empress.
As the glow reached its zenith, a subtle but profound change occurred. Cassiopeia's chest, which had been still a moment ago, rose g
