Chapter 28
They stood before it.
The Hollow Throne—beating like a heart, weeping stolen light.
It begged.
Offered power.
Pleaded for one more chance.
Seraphina didn't respond.
She sat once more—but this time, with all of them around her.
She didn't forget.
She remembered everything.
Names. Faces. Pain. Joy.
She sang Evelyn's lullaby.
Lucien held her hand.
Rynn wept.
And the throne cracked.
Not from force.
But from acknowledgement.
It was never meant to be ruled.
It was meant to be mourned.
And in that mourning—it died.