She left the blade behind — but not the fire. In this place where the wind touches stone and ocean alike, Serenya made no speeches, no spells. She simply stood. And the earth, sky, and sea… listened. This time, her vow was not of war — but of never being silenced again.
Where stone meets sea, she stood before the place her blood once swore to protect. Serenya wasn’t here for answers — she was the answer. The winds whispered names forgotten by time, but she remembered. This was the beginning, and the end of forgetting. #YasonCliffs #SerenyaChronicles
