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Come closer, my little nightmares…
That is where Volume Two of Qaritas's story rests.
Not ended.
Not finished.
Just… set down carefully, while the echoes are still warm.
You've walked with him through ruin, through memory, through the terrible mercy of survival.
You know now what he is.
And what it cost him to become.
But there is another name breathing in the dark.
One you've seen in war…
and never in rest.
Before the next volume opens its jaws,
I think you should know Xheavend—
not as the storm,
not as the blade,
but as the one who saved the 1990th universe when no one was left to pray.
How she stood where gods had already fled.
How she carried a universe on her back and did not let it break.
How survival shaped her into something sharp… and necessary.
So hush, my little nightmares.
Let Qaritas sleep for now.
I'll be back soon—
with her story in my hands and blood on my tongue.
Until then…
keep dreaming dangerously.
— Hela 🖤💜🖤💜