LOGINSomething wearing Seraphina’s face stepped through the Veil, and for a heartbeat, Kael forgot how to draw breath.The woman looked identical to her down to the last detail—the silver cast of her eyes, the dark fall of hair framing her jaw, and the pale, jagged sliver of a scar beneath her left eye. But the posture was wrong. It was too still, too unnervingly calm, as though the chaos of the fractured chamber held no sway over her whatsoever.Seraphina stared at her own reflection. The woman stared back, her lips parting into a slow, deliberate smile that turned Seraphina’s stomach cold."Who are you?" Seraphina demanded.The woman tilted her head, a mirror-image gesture that felt sickeningly invasive. "You already know.""No.""You've been hearing me for years."Seraphina’s pulse hammered against her ribs. The random whispers in the dark, the fevered dreams that clung to her waking hours, the moments she woke with foreign words sitting heavy on her tongue—all of it clicked into
The First Hunger bowed, its massive, scaled frame collapsing against the ancient flagstones with an impact that shuddered up through the soles of Kael's boots and rattled the teeth in his skull. Kael couldn’t move. His muscles had locked, frozen mid-breath as he stared at Seraphina—at the jagged silver crown hovering inches above her hair, at the pale, luminescent eyes that had completely devoured her own, and at the impossible space she occupied, suspended a hand's breadth above the floor. White fire crawled like liquid lightning along the exposed skin of her arms while thick, oily black smoke curled in heavy wreaths around her shoulders.For three terrifying heartbeats, the world narrowed entirely to that visual—the terrifying alienation of the woman he loved trapped behind a stranger's gaze. Only when the silence began to ring in his ears did his constricted lungs finally remember how to pull in air, his voice tearing free in a raw rasp."Seraphina."She didn't answer.A few p
Darkness swallowed everything, rolling in thick and absolute until sight became entirely useless. Seraphina couldn't see Kael standing mere paces away, nor the phantom shape of the other Seraphina, nor even Caelan looming in the shadows. She couldn't even make out the pale outlines of her own hands when she raised them to her face.Yet, stripped of her vision, her other senses sharpened to an agonizing degree. She could feel the entity coiled deep within her chest, stirring from its slumber.It was awake. And it was listening.Mother was never the one you needed to fear.The voice returned, sliding directly into her thoughts without crossing the threshold of her lips.It was me.Seraphina's breath caught sharply in her throat. “No,” she whispered, her voice sounding miserably small and frail against the crushing weight of the dark.Something laughed inside her—not with a boom or a roar, but with a quiet, almost gentle amusement that terrified her far more than any display of f
The Veil screamed, a sound that belonged to no living throat, tearing through the air until the ancient stone walls shuddered and fine grey dust rained from the vaulted ceiling. Beneath Seraphina’s boots, the black marble split into jagged, glowing fractures that bled the exact white fire currently raging through her veins. Paralysis held her fast. She couldn’t blink, couldn’t shift her weight, and for a terrifying second, couldn’t even remember the mechanics of breathing.Deep within the labyrinth of her mind, a syllable she had buried for centuries—perhaps millennia—resurfaced with the force of a tidal wave. It was a name older than Seraphina herself, older than the Dragon Queen, older even than the fallen empires whose bones paved the forgotten roads of her past.Her lips parted before she could stop them, letting the sound slip out into the trembling air."Elyra."The ancient queen closed her eyes, a heavy, ragged sob breaking from her chest.Across the fractured floor, Cael
Seraphina couldn't draw breath, her lungs freezing as the woman standing beyond the widening tear of the Veil revealed a terrifying truth. It wasn't a distant resemblance or a deceptive mirror image; the woman possessed her exact face—the precise silver contour of her eyes, the dark fall of hair, the sharp line of her jaw, and even the faint, jagged crescent of a scar beneath her left eye. Instinctively, Seraphina’s hand flew to her own cheek, her fingertips tracing her skin to confirm she wasn't looking at a ghost."No," the word tore out of her, broken and thin.The woman took a single step forward, and something deep inside Seraphina violently answered the motion. Her Dragon Mark flared with a blinding heat, searing her skin so fiercely that pain tore through her chest, nearly dropping her to her knees. Kael caught her before she hit the stone, his arms banding tight around her waist, acting as a fierce, unyielding anchor against the chaos."Seraphina," he murmured, his voice s
We fell for what felt like an eternity through a void devoid of wind or directional sense, only darkness rushing past my body while Kael's hand remained locked around mine. My other self was somewhere to the left, her curse cut short by the sharp scrape of her steel against hidden stone.“Seraphina!” she shouted.“I’m here!”Kael's grip tightened until my bones ground together. “Don’t let go!”“I’m not!”The darkness abruptly evaporated, and we slammed hard onto stone. Pain lanced through my shoulder, making my teeth click together hard enough to send a dull ache vibrating through my jaw. For several raw seconds, the only sound in the dark was the ragged rhythm of our breathing.Then Kael groaned beside me, shifting his weight. “You alive?”“Unfortunately.”A weak, humorless laugh escaped him. “Good.”My other self pushed herself upright, her hair matted with gray dust while a thin, bleeding cut traced a red line along her cheek. She squinted into the gloom. “Where are we?”







