Mia’s POVThe darkness opened.Thousands of silver eyes stared through the cracks.They didn’t blink.They didn’t move.They simply watched.Kael stood beside me, sword raised.His fingers tightened around mine.“Whatever happens,” he whispered, “don’t let go.”I looked at him.“I won’t.”The girl who looked like me stepped backward.For the first time since I had entered the darkness—she looked afraid.“They’re here.”The first eye moved.Then another.Then another.The darkness began filling with shapes.Not creatures.Not monsters.People.Hundreds of them.Thousands.They wore silver armor.Their faces were hidden behind smooth masks.And every mask carried the same symbol.The Crown.Kael lifted his sword.“Who are they?”The girl answered.“The Makers.”I stared at them.“But the Makers are already in the First World.”“These are the original ones.”My stomach tightened.“The ones who divided me?”She nodded.“They came before the First World.”A figure stepped forward.Unlike
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