Frozen Fate: Azura vs. Kalliope The Temple of Hecate looms around them, its towering stone pillars wrapped in shifting shadows, torches casting flickering gold across the ancient carvings of serpents, moons, and veiled goddesses

Azura steps forward, her breath misting in the cold air, the edge of her robes brushing the ice-covered floor. She stands before Kalliope’s frozen form, tilting her head as if studying a sculpture carved by fate itself. The moonlight filtering through the high temple windows catches in the frozen shards, making Kalliope appear ethereal, untouchable—an Amazonian goddess trapped in time.

Azura breathes deeply, placing one hand on the frozen cheek of her rival, feeling the smooth, glassy surface beneath her fingertips.

“Perhaps one day, you will awaken,” she murmurs, “and see the world as it should be.”

With that, she turns, her blue robes trailing behind her like flowing water, her form disappearing into the shifting shadows of the temple—leaving Kalliope sealed in frost, her defiant eyes forever watching.