The silence that followed the activation of the Eclipse Siphon was absolute, heavy, and terrifying.Without magic, the cold hit us like a physical blow. The bitter, biting blizzard that swept across the parade grounds no longer felt like a backdrop—it burned our lungs, froze the sweat on our brows, and turned the air into thin, razor-sharp needles with every breath we drew.For the first time since my Sovereign mark had awakened, I felt the sheer, terrifying weight of being mortal.Lupine was completely quiet in the back of my mind, suppressed beneath the heavy, dark shroud of the Siphon. My Sovereign collarbone felt like ordinary, unfeeling skin. Across the arena, the sixty thousand warriors of the Primal Host shifted in their ranks, the clinking of their unpowered iron armor creating a hollow, metallic rustle against the wind. They were no longer glowing legionnaires—they were flesh, blood, and iron, bound only by discipline and fear.At the center of the star-metal deck, the First
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