Chapter 37 – Whispers in the Blue Tower

The corridors of the blue tower were silent, enveloped in a soft light filtering through the deep blue stained-glass windows. Each step resonated like a distant echo, reminding Saphira Noctielle of the solitude that had settled in this place, once vibrant with life and hope.

She advanced slowly, her fingers brushing against the cold walls, as if seeking an anchor in this shifting reality her mind looped, traversing memories and visions, interspersed with doubts every decision made seemed to draw her closer to an unfathomable abyss arriving before the guardians' hall, she found Élya, motionless, a closed-eyed doll in her arms. Without a word, Élya looked up at her, expressing all the loyalty and gravity of their situation.

—"They await your will," she murmured softly.

Saphira nodded.

—"Prepare them," she said, her voice trembling with a fragile strength. "The moment has come."

She entered the throne room, where Arcanaa's shadow loomed, imposing and silent their gazes met, laden with shared promises and sorrows. Saphira felt both queen and prisoner of her own kingdom minutes stretched like hours she felt the weight of the universe on her shoulders, the heaviness of the stars above her her heart beat to the rhythm of an inner storm, ready to erupt a shiver ran through her body when the pure lightning key she wore around her neck gently vibrated. It was a sign, a call, a departure.

Morpheus then appeared, like a breath in the gloom, his features marked by an eternal weariness.

—"Are you sure you want to cross this threshold?" he asked, his voice soft but grave.

Saphira met his gaze, her eyes shining with new resolve.

—"There is no other choice," she replied simply. "This journey, i must make alone."

Shadows danced around them, as the blue lightning door slowly opened, letting through an intense, almost blinding blue glow a last look at the tower, at her guardians, at this world she had shaped. Then, with a firm step, Saphira launched herself into the unknown, carried by the echo of a lightning bolt, swept away toward a destiny that would surpass her.

End Chapter 37 — The Birth of a Shadow