BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)You do not realize how small a continent is until you are forced to look at the rest of the universe.I stood on the glass floor of the shattered crater, the cold volcanic wind whipping my hair across my face. I looked up at the stars. To the naked eye, the night sky was perfectly still, an ocean of indifferent, glittering lights.But my right arm was no longer dormant.The pale skin was blazing with an aggressive, blinding silver light, the celestial frequency vibrating so violently it felt like a swarm of hornets under my skin. Through the deep-sight array overlaying my retinas, the sky was not still.It was screaming.A massive, invisible cylinder of kinetic radiation was shooting straight up from the open vault beneath us, punching completely through the stratosphere and rippling out into the dead vacuum of space. It was a beacon. A massive, unadulterated broadcast of planetary coordinates."They have already heard it," the Progenitor
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