The moment Florence stopped resisting, the storm inside him exploded outward. Wind and lightning surged from his body, swirling around him in a chaotic dance of power. The Shattered One recoiled, its dark tendrils retreating in the face of Florence's unleashed magic.
Andre stumbled backward, shielding his face from the sudden onslaught of wind and energy. "Florence!"
But Florence wasn't listening. He was lost in the storm, his mind consumed by the raw power flowing through him. For the first time, he felt truly connected to the magic—not as a weapon, but as a living, breathing force.
He could see everything—feel everything. The storm, the Void, the very fabric of Astoria itself. It was all connected, all part of the same intricate web of existence.
But there was something else, something darker lurking beneath the surface. A presence that had been watching him all along, waiting for this moment.
Florence...
The voice was different this time. No longer distant or insistent, but gentle, almost soothing.
You have awakened.
He opened his eyes, and standing before him was not the Shattered One, but a woman—a figure cloaked in darkness, her face hidden beneath a hood. Her eyes, however, were unmistakable. They were the same molten silver as Morganna's.
Florence's heart skipped a beat. "Who are you?"
The woman smiled, though there was no warmth in it. "I am the Keeper of the Void. And you, Florence, are my vessel."
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Whispers of Astoria
Fantasy"Whispers of Astoria" is a captivating fantasy romance that follows Florence, a man who is mysteriously transported from his mundane life into the enchanting world of Astoria-a realm between worlds, where destinies intertwine. Lost and searching for...
