The night was quiet — too quiet for the palace of the Kingdom of Zareth. The moon hung low and red, like a bleeding wound in the sky, and the air felt heavy with a strange stillness that whispered of doom.King Zerach sat in his chamber, reading through old scrolls when the sound of faint, muffled screams reached his ears. At first, he thought it was his imagination — a trick of age or exhaustion. But then came another cry — sharp, echoing through the marble halls.He froze.“Lyra,” he breathed.Without a second thought, he rose from his chair, the parchment fluttering from his hand as he rushed toward her chamber. The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, the sound growing louder with each step — a sound like the wind and thunder mixed, and underneath it, something like… pain.He reached her door and knocked. “Lyra! Are you all right?”No answer.He pounded again, harder this time. “Lyra!”Still nothing — only the humming vibration of power building within. His instincts screamed. Wi
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