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"They shouldn't be advancing this quickly." "I saw the Gate," I said without introduction. "The Celestial Gate. It was opening." Isa's face went carefully blank, but my improved senses caught her spike of fear. My markings tingled, suddenly giving me insight I'd never had before—she was hiding something important. "Tell me what you know," I demanded, moving closer. "What is the Gate really for? What happens if it opens completely?" "It's a portal," she said slowly. "Between realms."

"The last gate — the one that was never meant to be touched." "What gate?" Emereah questioned. Vera gazed up, tormented. "The one closed under the First Temple. Where the gods sealed the first fire before time itself started. The fire Morgane seeks to revive." That evening, Emereah encountered Vladimir once more, standing alone by the battlements, gazing over the hills. "She's making progress quickly," he remarked. "She's no longer in secret." "Then we shouldn't either." Emereah moved alongside him. "The people are frightened."

“Stay with me, dammit. Elara, breathe.” She didn’t respond. Her lips trembled, breath catching in shallow bursts. The air cracked above us—the sky splitting as the Blood Moon hit its peak. I looked up. And saw it. The gate was open. Not just some door or portal. This was ancient, raw, and alive. It was jagged light framed by black mist, spinning slowly in the heavens above the altar. And from it, something moved, a hand reached out. The forgotten god. Did Elara sacrifice her strength for nothing? I just watched single-handedly try to lock down a passage meant for a god.

I chuckled nervously and tried to calm my breathing. “Yeah. I remember now. Sorry about that.” The man smiled but his eyes flicked to Kieran for a second, then back to me. I did not like the way he looked at Kieran. Something about it felt wrong and I gripped Kieran’s hand a little tighter. “I am Thomas,” he said. “The gardener. I take care of the grounds.” His eyes went to Kieran again and he stared at him longer this time. “I was following you two to make sure you did not wander into the tall grass,” he added. “There are bear traps out there, really old ones and very nasty if you get caught in it. The family keeps them for security.”

Its face was a skull partially wrapped in skin. The Bone Seer. Or some shade of him. He looked directly at me. “You passed the trials. You severed the curse. But the cost has only begun.” Leofric stepped forward. “You said the seal was opened. What seal?” The Seer tilted his head, and the air warped. “The First Gate. The one that keeps the God-Touched beneath the ash. Your bond was the last key. And now,” he smiled, “they will come.” The chamber erupted into chaos. Council members shouted, weapons were drawn, but it didn’t matter. The Seer flicked his fingers and the map table split in two, shattering with a sound like breaking bone. I tried to stand fully, but my vision spun.

“The marks were never meant to merge because together, they open the Gate.” I blinked. “The what?” “The Gate of Origin,” he said, voice low. “The barrier between our world and the one before it. The place where the Moon Goddess sealed away her other half.” Edward’s eyes darkened. “You mean the Shadow Deity.” Aaron nodded. “And now the seal is weakening. Thanks to her.” My chest tightened. “No. The Goddess wouldn’t—” “She didn’t mean for this,” Aaron cut in. “But the moment your light touched my darkness, the seal cracked. I can feel it.” He clenched his jaw. “And it’s calling to me.”

Then, he dropped to one knee and pressed a reverent kiss on the back of my hand. “Godmother.” Our wedding was held in the rose garden of the fortress. There were no guests from the outside world—only Dad and a few close family elders. Xavier wore a tiny suit that matched mine in color. He was our ring bearer, walking toward us with a big smile on his face. Dad placed my hand in Kane’s and, though his eyes were red, said firmly, “Take good care of her.” Kane nodded solemnly. “I swear on my life.”

The obsidian token was not visible, but his aura of cold menace was its own passport. I kept my head down, my heart hammering against my ribs. The Goddess's light within me was a caged sun, straining against my control. Every leering glance, every shouted proposition from the shadows, was a fresh assault. We turned down a narrower alley, the noise from the main thoroughfates fading slightly. A sign hung over a door ahead, depicting a beautiful songbird trapped in an ornate cage. The Gilded Cage. Two large guards flanked the door. They looked at the Architect, then at me. One gave a slow, knowing smile.

Mahisar’s words were laced with venom, his eyes bearing down on her, forcing her to feel small beneath his gaze. He paced just outside the bars like a predator toying with its prey. “Goddess Durga,” he said, his voice dripping with both reverence and malice, “I have had centuries to study you… to understand your powers, your weaknesses, your rebirths. Every text, every myth, every whisper of your return has led me here.” He spread his arms, as if unveiling a masterpiece. “This entire place is laced with my spells. Even your light—your divine fire—cannot reach beyond these walls. Here, you are helpless. Here, you are mine.”

The Gate was alive. It rose from the frozen earth like the spine of some buried god, taller than any fortress, broader than any mountain. Shattered sigils burned across its face — gold and black and bleeding light — their glow pulsing with each of Lyra’s heartbeats. The closer they drew, the more the air bent, humming with the pressure of something too ancient for words. “Gods,” Cassian murmured. “It’s… breathing.” Malachai didn’t answer. His eyes had gone distant, pupils dilated as though staring into two realities at once. “No. It’s listening.”