Ash's vision blurred as the bond with Raven deepened, pulling him into the crimson depths of her past.
He floated like a shadow through her memories, witnessing not just events, but the emotions that shaped her— the quiet pressures of an eternal dynasty, the blood-soaked rituals of vampiric nobility, and the vast gulf between the structured kingdoms of Elaris and the boundless power of the Venia Galaxy.
It was like stepping from a child's game of thrones into an ocean where strength was as essential and omnipresent as water itself.
Raven, at 450 years old, was a product of that ocean, the Third Princess of the Eternal Nocturne Clan, a lineage that had endured four cosmic eras, commanding an entire galaxy and thousands of worlds under its crimson banner.
