Intro. Cold.
That was the first thing I felt.
Not the searing fire I had known all my life. Not the suffocating heat of Hell’s breath, but a sharp, unfamiliar cold that bit into my skin and filled my lungs with strange, thin air.
I opened my eyes.
Sky.
Not the bleeding skies of the underworld, but something vast… endless… blue. It hurt to look at. It felt wrong. Beautiful. Terrifying.
I was lying on the ground — no, Earth — naked, smeared with ash and dirt. My body, still bearing the marks of her shaping, trembled. Feminine in form. Masculine at the core. A contradiction that had sealed my fate.
Around me: silence. No screams. No chains. No scent of sulfur. Just grass… wind… birds.
I tried to stand. My legs obeyed like newborn limbs. Weak. Unused to balance. I had never stood alone before. Never breathed air that wasn’t poisoned with power.
I was alone. And for the first time in my existence… No one was watching.
No one… except the girl in the distance.