The chasm did not quiet. It pulsed, slow, deliberate, like something beneath the world had found a rhythm and decided to keep it.Lyra felt it through the soles of her boots, through her bones, through the fragile control she was still trying to hold together. It wasn’t just energy anymore. It was awareness. Something beneath the fractures was no longer reacting, it was choosing.She forced her breathing to steady, dragging herself back from the edge she had nearly lost herself to. The twins hovered close, their movements still uneven. Flame flickered too sharply, cutting through the air in jagged arcs, while frost trailed behind in fractured spirals, struggling to mirror it.Not balanced.Not yet.But responding.Mira stood beside her, posture rigid, frost coiling low and tight around her feet like a living defense. Her gaze didn’t leave Kael.“Don’t rush this,” she said quietly, though her voice carried tension just beneath the surface. “Whatever this is… it’s changed.”Lyra didn’t
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