جميع فصول : الفصل

The glass deck beneath our boots felt colder than the deepest northern ice, yet it hummed with the sickeningly warm resonance of a million sleeping lives.Through the crystalline floor, the vast subterranean nursery stretched into the darkness like an endless hive of starlight. Countless glowing, white-gold eggs floated in suspended gel, each pulsing with the faint, rhythmic heartbeat of an unhatched world. And above them all, suspended by thick, rusted iron chains that groaned under her weight, sat the first Lyra.Her golden crown—forged from six miniature, dying suns—cast a harsh, shifting glare across her face. Her skin was marked with the same silver crescent on her hand, but hers was cracked, black, and bleeding a slow, tar-like shadow into the air."A failed Queen..." I whispered, the words freezing in my throat.Killian’s hand tightened around mine, his knuckles white. His dark-gold sovereign flame rose in a tight, defensive mantle around us, his amber eyes locked onto the figu