Cold. Absolute, suffocating cold.Lyra opened her eyes, gasping for air that felt like liquid needles sliding down her throat.She lay on a jagged plateau made of pitch-black crystal. Above her, a sky of bruised purple clouds swirled with crimson lightning. Below the cliff, an endless ocean of black void-mist churned, filled with the horrifying, distant howls of ancient void beasts."Caelum..." Lyra rasped, her hand clutching her throat.The moment her fingers touched her mating mark, a surge of pure, warm electricity shot through her veins!She gasped as the bond throbbed—deep, steady, and alive. Even across dimensions, the mark burnt with Caelum's unmistakable, possessive heat. He was alive. And he was hunting."Well, well... look what the rift dragged in."A cold, sinister voice echoed behind her.Lyra scrambled to her feet, her hands igniting with faint, golden solar sparks. Her tactical suit was torn at the shoulder, revealing her glowing crest.Standing on the black crystal ridg
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