THUD!
After contacting her Elders, Eliya didn't wait another heartbeat. She knelt as the Gate fully materialized and burst open.
The air in Luminos Sanctum thrummed with anticipation.
Before her, the gate that formed was no simple doorway—it was a towering arch of ice and living flame, humming with restrained power. The ground trembled faintly beneath Eliya's knees as the structure stabilized, its surface rippling like a heartbeat.
She bowed her head—long silver hair spilling forward, six wings of pure light folding tight against her back—as the archway split open with a low, resonant—
HUMMMM!
The gates parted, revealing two figures.
A man stepped out first.
He had short black hair.
A lean, sculpted frame beneath simple white robes that clung to his nine‑foot form like carved marble.
His eyes were deep obsidian, and behind him unfurled twelve wings—six black, six white—each feather radiating a quiet, terrifying authority.
Beside him walked a woman.
