The Truth Beneath the Vortex
Moments later, Maya descended gracefully with Amaya.
She didn't simply land—she arrived, like a quiet tide rolling in. Her dark blue robes flowed behind her, rippling in the wind as though they carried a will of their own. Fine silk whispered against the air, catching light in soft waves. The silver embroidery along her sleeves shimmered faintly beneath the restless sky, each thread glinting whenever the vortex above shifted.
For a brief second, even the chaos overhead seemed to hesitate.
Maya's gaze lifted, drawn immediately to the massive vortex turning above Amethyst Summit Division. Her expression remained calm, but her eyes—sharp, searching—betrayed a flicker of something deeper.
Awe. Curiosity. A quiet thrill she wasn't bothering to hide.
