Fantasma nodded solemnly, her eyes meeting Teo’s with an unspoken promise. Sol bowed his head to her, and as he did, her appearance changed. Her skin took on the smoothness of stone, milky white and translucent, revealing a golden skeleton beneath. Her dress turned white, billowing out around her like a cloud, and a crown of marigolds adorned her dark hair. Her eyes became molten gold, reflecting Sol’s light that bathed them all. “Smash,” Niya whispered to Teo. Despite everything, he couldn’t help cracking a small smile.
