The night of the alignment of the three moons finally arrived.The Grand Hall of Veils had been prepared once more, but this time the atmosphere was different — heavier, sharper, filled with anticipation that bordered on violence. The floating silks were deeper crimson and black, the crystal pillars glowed with ominous intensity, and the three moons hung low and bright in the open dome above, their combined light casting an almost blood-tinged glow over everything.Lyra stood beside Kaelith on the raised dais, wearing a gown of deep midnight blue that shimmered with silver threading. Her heart pounded as the hall filled with the realm’s elite. Many eyes turned toward them — some curious, some hostile, many calculating.Kaelith’s hand rested possessively on her lower back. He stood tall, but Lyra could feel the subtle tremor in his frame. His silver veins were now little more than faint grey lines beneath his obsidian skin. He was running on pure will.“Ayami,” he murmured, voice low e
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