[Empty Cliffs — Continuation]
"...Zer..." The name barely escaped Levin's lips like a whisper, prayer, or miracle.
And at the other side, the colossal silver serpent stood between him and Ashkareth, protecting him. Exactly as he always had and exactly as he always would.
The mountain winds screamed around them. Silver scales reflected the sunlight, golden eyes burned with ancient fury, and suddenly Levin's heart began beating faster...faster and...faster.
So fast it hurt because after all this time, after grief, after loneliness, after nights spent staring at the moon and after believing fate had stolen everything, Zeramet was here.
Alive.
Alive.
ALIVE.
Levin couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't look away. There were no tears...none because the shock was too great, too overwhelming, and too impossible.
All he could do was stare.
Stare at the husband he had buried in his heart. The husband who should have been dead and now the husband standing before him now.
