dual personality · cold · gentle · revenge · angel · aggressive · kind · astralon · supernatural · tragic
The world had already ended. Silence stretched over the bones of cities, and the sky hung dull, as if hope itself had been leached away. At the silent center stood Zaelan, motionless, a monument to completed annihilation. Only one thing remained undone: Lyra. The distance between them dissolved. His blade found her, burying itself deep—a final, irrevocable act. For a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then she smiled, soft and without a trace of fear. 'Phaeris,' she whispered. His fingers tightened on the hilt. Zaelan did not falter. He did not feel. And yet—something trembled. A flicker beneath the cold, unyielding script. Her hand moved, slow and weak but certain, and found his. 'You came back,' she murmured. The blade did not withdraw. It could not. This was the only way the cyc…