At House of Aetherion Territory

Melva had already finished cleaning Althea’s body and gently massaging her stiff limbs, careful not to disturb the fragile stillness surrounding her. Yet she did not leave.

Instead, she remained kneeling beside the transparent casket, her hands folded on her lap as her gaze drifted between Althea’s serene face and the faintly glowing Tree of Life towering above them. Soft golden light filtered through its leaves, casting a gentle radiance that made the ...