The Council Chamber was not built for mercy.Its ceiling rose in a perfect dome of black stone etched with lunar sigils, each one glowing faintly as Lyra stepped across the threshold. The moment her foot crossed the ward-line, the room reacted—magic tightening, air thickening, power responding to power.She felt them all at once.The Elders.The Watchers.The ancient spirits bound into the stone itself.And beneath it all, a subtle pull—sharp, clever, familiar.Lucien.Rylan walked beside her, his presence a steady heat against her side, though his steps were slower than they should have been. His shoulders were too tight, his breathing too shallow. The bond pulsed between them like a strained heartbeat, uneven and fragile.Lyra did not look at him.If she did, she would falter.Queen Isolde stood at the far end of the chamber, silver hair braided in the old royal fashion, expression carved from ice and restraint. At her right sat King Kade, crowned and restless, fingers tapping again
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