Ember Frost's POV

My existence felt detached from all of that, as though it belonged to a world that no longer had any meaning to me.

Yet when I finally felt the urge to atone for my past mistakes, I was forced to confront a harsh truth: even divinity has its limits. I learned that a god could bind a soul or fashion a vessel for it, but the result was always the same—an empty shell that moved without ever truly living.

Resurrection lay beyond even divine power. Through her mirror, the ...