Claimed by the Fallen Five
Becoming.
Mae gripped the edge of the pedestal, stunned. Riven, eyes wide, moved beside her, one arm slipping around her waist, steadying her as the vision deepened. “That’s,” he swallowed, eyes locked on the twin lights, “that’s them.” He looked at her, stunned. “Mae. We need to tell Ash.” But before she could even turn, a voice, quiet and low, broke through the air like a slow crack of thunder. “Tell me what?” Ashar. He stood at the entrance, the glow of the Sphere reflected in his eyes. His gaze moved from Riven’s hand on her waist to the projection. Then he froze.
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