Kaelen’s POVThe fear beneath the cultists’ masks changed the battlefield instantly. Before, they had moved with absolute certainty. Now they hesitated. Only for a second—but in battle, a second mattered.I tightened my grip around Lyra’s hand as shadows and light stabilized around us in uneven currents. The pressure flooding through the chamber eased slightly the moment our magic connected again, though the force beneath the Academy still pulsed violently beneath the floor. The entity hated separation. But it hated something else more. Control it couldn’t break.The lead cultist stepped forward slowly through the fractured chamber, black robes dragging across broken stone while smoke curled around his mask. “You don’t understand what you’re interfering with,” he said.I almost laughed at that. “Funny,” I replied coldly. “I was about to say the same thing.”Golden light erupted sharply around my arm as another cultist rushed us from the side. I struck instinctively, light colliding ag
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