The night in the depths of the ocean is never truly dark.
It merely loses its colors.
Beyond the balcony of Nerys's temple, darkness stretched like a thick cloth draped before the world. There were no stars. There was no moon. Only the pressure of the water, so dense that even light surrendered before traveling too far. Occasionally, gigantic shadows drifted slowly in the distance, the bodies of ancient sea monsters swimming calmly, their eyes glowing faintly like old lanterns, marking their presence without any intent to disturb.
Sylvia stood there, both hands resting on the black coral railing of the temple balcony.
She did not sleep.
Even when she closed her eyes, her mind remained awake, spinning aimlessly like a current trapped in a trench. The Death Flame within her was calm, not raging. The War Sun Flame was also under control. Her body was ready. Her soul… was not.
