C59 THE ASHES OF A KING

Silence.

That was all that was left after the light destroyed everything.

When Elara’s eyelids fluttered open, she was resting on cold stone. The aroma of ash clung to the air, thick and ancient – like the ashes of a forgotten war. The world around her was gray and endless, neither day nor night. The sky seemed blank, as if someone had wiped it clear of stars