Lyra’s chest heaved, the cold wind cutting across the shattered battlefield, carrying the scent of ozone and scorched frost. The remnants of the ancient threads pulsed faintly beneath her skin, invisible yet undeniable. Each heartbeat echoed with their presence, coiling within her like a living, restless thing.Kael lay beside her, pale, but his energy still throbbed faintly against hers. She could feel the lingering influence of the threads inside him as well, subtle, almost teasing, as if something inside the depths of the fusion had awakened.Mira’s frost spiraled defensively around them, shards glinting in the faint light. “You two need to focus,” she said, voice low but fierce. “That thing… it’s not gone. It’s hiding, waiting. And now… it knows you’re vulnerable.”Lyra forced herself upright, energy trembling in every nerve. “We felt it, Kael… even though it retreated, part of
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