The courtyard was frozen in silence after Astra disappeared. Shadows folded over her body like water, then snapped shut, leaving only the faint trace of her rage echoing in the air. The space where she had stood seemed to shiver with absence, as though reality itself recoiled from her departure.The crowd pressed forward, murmurs rising, fear and awe mixing in a tide of confusion. Some stared at the broken talisman lying discarded near the dais, its once blinding light now nothing more than a dull, lifeless stone. Others looked at Saraphina as though she were no longer entirely human, their eyes wide, their mouths parted in hushed disbelief.Lucian’s hand brushed against hers, steady and grounding. His voice, low enough for only her ears, broke through the whirlwind. “Do not falter. They are watching.”Saraphina’s chest rose and fell. Her pulse thundered in her ears. Every eye was on her, every whisper an accusation or a prayer. She wanted to collapse under the weight of it, to escape
The fortress walls were still trembling from the echoes of Saraphina’s defiance when Astra vanished. One moment she stood on the dais, the dead talisman hanging against her chest like a corpse; the next, shadows folded around her body, and she was gone.The courtyard was left in stunned silence, but Astra had no time for their voices. She reappeared in the heart of her sanctuary, a chamber buried deep within the mountain, where no light dared linger.The moment her feet touched the black stone floor, her composure shattered. She tore the talisman from her neck and hurled it across the chamber. It hit the wall with a dull clatter and lay there, dim and lifeless, like a carcass drained of blood.Astra’s scream followed, raw and feral. She struck the wall with her fist until the skin split, until her knuckles left smears of blood across the stone.“How,” she hissed between ragged breaths, her voice breaking with fury. “How could she unravel what centuries of power had sealed?”Her hair c
The first scream tore through the courtyard like a blade. It was followed by another, then a chorus, as half the crowd surged toward Astra’s dais in blind devotion and the other half broke ranks, charging to protect Saraphina.Steel rang against steel. The fortress, once a place of unity, now cracked down its heart.Saraphina’s shadows tightened around Astra’s ankles, dragging against the dais with stubborn strength. The talisman writhed like a living thing, pulsing so violently that cracks split the stone floor beneath Astra’s feet.“Fools!” Astra’s voice thundered, sharp with panic and fury. “You dare raise your hands against your salvation? Then drown in your betrayal!”With a vicious wrench, she lifted her arms. A surge of dark energy exploded outward from the talisman, a wave that threw people to the ground.Saraphina was hurled backward, her body slamming against the stones. Her bonds snapped under the force, leaving her wrists raw but free. She gasped for breath, every muscle s
The courtyard of the fortress had never been so crowded. Soldiers, councilors, servants, and townsfolk filled every stone step and balcony. The dawn sky was the color of ash, and the air was heavy, as though the fortress itself knew it would not leave this day unchanged.Saraphina stood at the center of it all, her wrists bound in iron. The cold bit into her skin, but it was nothing compared to the burn of a thousand eyes staring down at her.Some looked with suspicion, others with pity. But too many carried the glazed sheen of devotion, the same vacant loyalty Erik had worn after Astra’s whispers had sunk their hooks into him.Lucian stood just behind her, his hands free but his sword surrendered. Kael was forced to the opposite side, flanked by guards whose grips twitched on their weapons.At the high dais, beneath the banners of the fortress, Astra appeared. She was robed in crimson trimmed with black, her hair loose, her face glowing with the smug serenity of someone who already b
The dungeon’s chill clung to Saraphina even after they climbed the last stair and stepped back into the torchlit corridors of the fortress. The prisoner’s words echoed inside her skull: She carries a talisman. It glows when she twists minds.She pulled her cloak tighter, though no fabric could shield her from the weight of what they had just learned.Lucian walked beside her, his stride long, his shoulders rigid with tension. Kael moved ahead, scanning each turn, his silence as sharp as the daggers at his belt.When they reached the war room, Kael shut the door behind them, his voice low but urgent. “A talisman explains everything. It would make Astra’s whispers irresistible, her lies impossible to ignore. That is how she bent Erik. That is how she silenced the council.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Then we take it from her. Tonight.”Saraphina’s pulse quickened. “And if we fail? If she catches us?”Lucian turned toward her, the fire in his eyes softening. “Then we adapt. But Astra will n
The courtyard did not empty quickly. Even after Astra’s call for justice, the soldiers lingered, muttering to one another, their eyes darting between Saraphina and Lucian as though deciding whether to cheer or strike. The torches burned low, throwing long shadows across the stone, and every shadow felt like an accusation.Saraphina stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the weight of their stares pressing into her skin. Her hands itched with the urge to summon the shadows, to lash out, to silence them all—but she did not move. That was what Astra wanted.Lucian’s arm pressed against hers, steady and strong. “We are leaving,” he said, his voice a blade of command.No one stopped them as he guided her from the courtyard, though she felt the sting of every whisper at her back. Kael followed close, his cloak whipping in the night wind, his face grim.They did not speak until they reached the safety of the council chamber. Lucian slammed the heavy oak door shut, the