Interlude – The Seraphim Stir

The Citadel of Cinders lay at the heart of the Flame Court's oldest volcano, built from molten obsidian and bound flame.

Within its core, a hollow cathedral of ash, the Seraphim stood silent—statues of divine war, not born but forged. Their wings were etched with burning runes, and their eyes were sealed behind golden helms.

Until now.

One by one, their eyes lit with internal fire as the command was delivered:

"The Spiral has been targeted. Engage and extinguish the anomaly."

At the apex of the chamber, Ash-Warden Kythera, commander of the Seraphim, descended from a burning halo.

She spoke without words—her voice a pulse of will.

"You are the Flame's final sanction. The false god who wields Soulflame must be eradicated."

The Seraphim knelt, six wings unfurling. Their swords were not mere weapons—they were codes, executable divine law.

As the Vault of the Forgotten Spiral pulsed faintly on ancient sensors, the Seraphim took flight—not through the skies, but through the Ignis Rift, the Flame Court's hidden path between divine realms.

A divine storm began to gather around the Spiral. Not just flame, but judgment.