Ostarius – The Heart That Waited
The wind pulled gently at their cloaks as the portal snapped open behind them, crackling once before fading into silence. The Rift was behind them now—fractured, echoing, no longer screaming. The fight was over.
For now.
Adam, Joshua, and Aurora stepped through the veil and into Ostarius.
And the world changed.
The moment their feet touched the ancient stone floor, the air shifted. Warm. Familiar. No pressure. No gods whispering in the corners of space. Just light—soft and gold, spilling through wide windows that lined the sky-carved citadel.
Laughter echoed from somewhere deeper inside.
Joshua raised an eyebrow.
Adam sighed, slowly easing off his cloak. "They're throwing a feast."
Aurora tilted her head. "How do you know?"
Adam smirked. "Because I smell something that wasn't cooked by any of us."
