Seraphine stood at the far end of the golden gates, panting so hard her chest rose and fell like waves crashing against an unseen shore.
She was dressed in lilac garments that shimmered faintly, reflecting the glow of the celestial palace. The golden gates towered behind her, humming with quiet, ancient power. It was the gates that only a handful of gods had the privilege to walk through without being summoned. Yet she had barged in, breathless, relentless, unannounced.
After Zeres had taken Calithar away, she had decided not to interfere. It had been so long since she last spoke to her father after the great incident. Nevertheless, she couldn't just leave him like that.
