The chamber trembled as the ancient flame swelled beyond the containment ring, devouring the ashes of the God Engine like a hungry beast. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and forgotten secrets. Cambria's skin tingled not from burning heat, but from something deeper, a recognition that clawed at her soul. This was not a flame forged for destruction. It was a force of reckoning. A judgment that had lain dormant beneath the palace for centuries, buried by fear and forgotten histories.
"No," a voice whispered inside her mind, cold and sharp like a blade sliding across the bone. Seraphine.
"That… should not be here."
The voice drifted like the wind over forgotten graves, a warning to all who dared wield power beyond mortal reach.
"You who have played gods… you shall now burn as mortals."
