[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 4: THE ILLUSIONS OF WHITE ASH]
The dust of the False Oasis settled, burying the remains of the Lady of White Ash in the quiet, undisturbed graveyard of her own making.
Elara Vance stood in the center of the clearing, her chest heaving, the blinding violet light slowly fading from her veins. The devastating, wrathful power of the Primeval Queen receded, leaving behind only the exhausting, grounding reality of her mortal heart.
She swayed on her feet.
Before the world could even tilt, she was caught.
Aldren's massive arms banded around her waist, hauling her flush against his broad, armored chest. His face buried into the curve of her neck, his breathing harsh and ragged. He didn't smell of Abyssal void or feral bloodlust; he smelled of rain, dark spices, and sheer, unfiltered terror.
