[A/N: This bonus chapter is thanks to Azdal!]
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The last crimson light faded from the clouds.
Dust drifted over the ruined platform, settling into cracks that had not been there before Sonya's awakening. Several slabs were still hot enough to smoke. Around the courtyard, the inscriptions on the black pillars gradually dimmed.
For a few moments, nobody spoke.
Ammor's mouth remained slightly open. Virella stood close to the barrier, staring at Sonya, while Enigma slowly lowered his raised brows.
On the terrace, Black Mountain was still standing. The other elders watched the new Daemon with expressions ranging from surprise to intense interest.
Sonya seemed more interested in her hands.
She turned them over, examined the golden markings along her wrists, then looked down at her legs.
Simon studied her from the enclosure.
