Darian stood at the edge of the broken plain, staring into the pale horizon where the Spire jutted like a blade from the earth. “She’s called me,” he murmured. The ground beneath him vibrated with ancient energy—Serena’s magic echoing from miles away, like a heartbeat felt across a battlefield. Behind him, black-armored Gateborn lined the ridges, their weapons gleaming, their faces hidden behind silver masks. Among them, a few humans remained—converted, tempted, loyal for now. But not all. Lyra stood three rows back, silent. Her sword, the one the Gate offered her, hung at her hip. She hadn’t drawn it since claiming it. Not because she feared its power. But because she feared what it would tell her if she did. Darian turned, his silver gaze sweeping over his gathered army. “She wants to end this,” he said. “So we’ll let her try.” At the Broken Spire, the air had grown sharp—heavy with energy. Mira reinforced the protective circle three times before even lighting the
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