MY FATE

ARIANNE POV

Nyana and I were back in the realm of the gods. Where we were originally meant to be. The air here crackled with power, heavy and unyielding, the way it always did. All the gods were present, forming a circle around me and Nyana. Their divine forms shimmered, their eyes glowing with a mixture of judgment and curiosity. Among them stood Tag'arkh, her posture regal, her essence vibrant now that she was back home. The golden hue of her energy pulsed gently, her strength restored as if the realm itself had breathed life back into her.

I could feel their collective attention pressing down on me like a weight, but I had no time for hesitation. The chains, glowing with Lurina's holy power, were thrust into my hands. They were warm and alive, almost humming as though eager for their purpose.

I wasted no time in grabbing them and with speed I clamped it around Nyana's wrists.