Lyra’s POVThe ride to Tel Varenth was nothing like the last. No triumphant march. No victory-laced road paved by the blood of fallen gods. Just cold winds, burnt soil, and a silence so thick it felt like even the air was holding its breath.Kael rode beside me. Quiet, brooding, his hand never far from the hilt of his blade. The last forty-eight hours had aged him. Or maybe it had just revealed the years he’d been hiding. Every line in his jaw felt sharper now. Every glance more guarded.Edgar was gone. Taken. And the only clue we had was a single, ancient map and the word Tel Varenth circled in red ink, as if that could hold back the storm that was waiting for us there.I clutched the scroll tighter beneath my cloak. The one that named me Athyra. The one that changed everything, except it hadn’t changed the only thing that mattered.Edgar had still protected me, even now. Even after I’d doubted him. After I’d accused him of betrayal, after I’d let Selene’s venomous words poison my tr
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