The fields stretched wider now, almost as if the Prism had reshaped itself to accommodate the weight of what they were approaching. The purple flowers glowed faintly in the edges of Kai's vision, curling along the seams of the blue like veins of living light.
Kai could feel his breath slow, his heart tightening in his chest. Even if his mouth curled into its usual half-smile, the air here was heavy not with danger, but with significance.
This altar wasn't like the others.
It had an unseen importance
Kathlyn stepped forward slowly, her hands half-raised as if afraid to touch the air itself. The weight of the story unfurled in front of her like a ghostly thread, the tablet pulsing softly as the tale wrote itself.
> She was broken after dealing with her reflection in the river, and the fairies knew.
They saw the girl who had been marked by fire, loss, and silence.
But they also saw something hidden deep within her: the ember of defiance.
