Chapter 4: The Price of Power

Mira was the first to push beyond her limits. She reached back through a hundred lifetimes, drawing on power she’d wielded as an archmage, as a sorcerer-king, as a goddess in mortal form. The magic that flowed through her was immense, terrible, beautiful.

But it came at a cost. With each spell, she lost a piece of herself—memories of this life fading, replaced by echoes of others. She forgot her mother’s face, her childhood home, the simple joys of being Mira the Wise Woman.

“Don’t lose yourself!” Lyssa cried, sensing the danger.

But Mira smiled, even as her eyes began to glow with otherworldly light. “I’m not losing myself. I’m remembering who I truly am.”

To be continued…