C83 THE BLOODY MIRROR

The world was screaming.

Damon staggered to his knees, ash falling like snow around him. The sky had split in half — one side flaming gold, the other bleeding crimson-black. The aroma of smoke, iron, and something divine filled the air.

“Elara!” His voice tore through the ruin. “Elara, answer me!”

But the echo that came back wasn’t hers.

It was two voices – layered, twisted