POV: MarcusI snap awake before my eyes even fully open. My body is already tense, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. The air in the temple feels heavy, thick with panic and cold sweat. Elara is standing right over us, her face pale in the faint shadows, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her voice cuts through the quiet night like a razor blade, sharp and urgent. Get up, she whispers harshly, shaking my shoulder hard. Now. We do not have any time left to waste because everything is changing right this second and we are entirely out of time to prepare for what is coming. There is nowhere left to hide from this nightmare.I am on my feet in less than two seconds, my hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of my weapon at my belt. Noah stirs right beside me, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, looking up with a confused frown and shaking his head to clear the fog of sleep. What is wrong, Noah asks, his voice still rough with sleep as he pushes himself up off t
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