Lucien’s POV The Citadel was quiet in a way that felt almost unnatural. The chaos of battle, the roar of the void, even the echoes of the last skirmishes—all of it seemed like a distant memory now. Yet, the absence of one presence made that silence unbearably loud. I returned with the twins, their small hands clinging to mine, their eyes wide with a mixture of relief and sorrow. They had survived, yes, but they carried the weight of everything that had happened, just as we all did. And at the center of it, Aria. When they spotted her, they ran forward, throwing themselves into her arms. She held them loosely at first, her body trembling, her face pale and hollow. Her eyes, once vibrant and full of life, were glassy, distant—staring at some place no one else could see. I could feel the fractures running deep inside her, the way each breath carried the memory of Ronan, of Enkia, of everything the Void had tried to take from her. I knelt beside her, my hands hovering, unsure whether t
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