Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The voice had echoed across the entire world. Not Blackthorn. Not the valley. The world. I knew it the same way I knew the gates were awakening. The connection confirmed it. Every living thing had heard those words. The path has opened. The silence that followed felt unnatural. The storm was gone. The rain had vanished. Even the wind had disappeared. The world seemed to be waiting. Watching. Listening. And somewhere beyond the fractured sky something was coming. The crack overhead continued spreading. Slowly. Relentlessly. Silver light poured through it like liquid starlight. The sight should have been beautiful. Instead, it filled me with dread. Because the connection wasn't reacting with curiosity. It was reacting with terror. Pure. Ancient. Primal terror. The same terror I had felt in the First Anchor's memories. The same terror that had haunted every vision since the beginning. Whatever was approaching the connection kne
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