The gods are gone, but the children are left to pay the price.
The triumphant roar of the great battle was the sound that crushed Seraphina Ludwig's home and stole her parents. Orphaned, terrified, and forced to protect her little brother in a world turned to ash, she has only one crushing realization:
Peace is not a prize to be won; it is a debt that must be paid.
She has no magic, no sword, and no faith left. All she has is herself.
How much blood must be spilled, and how great a sacrifice must one innocent heart make, to finally settle the score?
Thank you for following the Threads of Twilight.
This series began by asking: What if a hero's victory was an innocent's apocalypse? The journey of Akari and Ren showed us the devastating power of a justified love. The story of Seraphina shows the price that power demands.
We shift from the gods who fought to the human child who was crushed. Seraphina has no magic—she only has the horrifying truth that peace is not a gift, but a debt paid in blood.
My core goal was to write an honest tragedy that rejects the easy ending. If this story hurts, it is because you recognize the cost. May you carry the memory of those who fell, and may the quiet peace they purchased be a lesson we never forget.
Thank you for following the Threads of Twilight.
This series began by asking: What if a hero's victory was an innocent's apocalypse? The journey of Akari and Ren showed us the devastating power of a justified love. The story of Seraphina shows the price that power...