The battlefield had finally gone still.Only hours ago the prison realm had convulsed, explosions ripping through ancient code, structures folding like paper, long-imprisoned things shrieking as they died. Now the ruins lay quiet under a bruised sky, lit only by the dying flicker of system lights.Lyra stood at the jagged edge of a broken platform, arms wrapped tight around her ribs as though she could hold herself together. Adrenaline still sang in her veins, sharp and restless. Her skin felt too tight, every nerve raw from the fight.“You should rest.”Adrian’s voice rolled over her like warm smoke from behind.She didn’t turn right away. Couldn’t. Not when her pulse was already hammering from the simple sound of him.“You’re still awake,” she said.“I could say the same.”She let out a shaky breath and finally looked back.He stood closer than she expected, haloed faintly by the cooling glow. Even battered, smudges of ash on his jaw, shirt torn at the shoulder, he looked infuriatin
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