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The smile held the calmness of a practicing Treyist and also the warmth of an ordinary man. "Fate moves in circles. They say it takes 500 glances in a past life just to be able to cross paths in the next one. I've already wasted too many years—I don't want to miss any more." Suddenly, I understood why he had been so assertive at the banquet. He hadn't just randomly swooped in to save the damsel in distress. No, this was 12 years of silent protection finally given a reason to make itself known. Charles looked at me, his expression sincere. "My God lives in my heart, not in outward appearances. True practice is holding onto one's faith even after experiencing all the highs and lows of the worl

I mused, "it must want us to find this stone. But why?" Alec's gaze hardened. "There's only one way to find out." As we ventured deeper into the Veiled Haven, our path was lit by an ethereal glow, guiding us toward our next destination. The whispers seemed to grow louder, more insistent as if urging us on. After what felt like hours, the glow intensified, revealing an ancient stone pedestal. Atop it rested a shimmering, multifaceted crystal that pulsed with an inner light - the Oracle Stone. We approached with caution, aware of the power the stone was said to possess. As we drew near, the crystal's glow seemed to resonate with our heartbeats.

His eyes flick to my hand. “Mika gave me this,” I continued, pulling out the small, faintly glowing stone. It’s smooth, warm to the touch, pulsing gently like a sleeping heartbeat. “It’s an unlinking stone.” His breath catches. “She said,” I go on, “..it allows temporary separation. Up to one day. Any longer and…” I swallow. “It gets dangerous.” Johanis stares at the stone like it might explode. “Why would she give you that?” he asks slowly.

Her body went limp, collapsing to the floor with a dull thud. The moment she hit the ground, I turned back to the runes. They were cracking now, fissures of silver lightning crawling across the stones. The air filled with the sound of shattering glass. Selene’s voice roared in my head. Now, break the heartstone! At the altar’s center pulsed a black crystal — the heart of the enchantment. I drew one of the daggers stolen from the guards’ quarters, raised it high, and plunged it straight through the crystal.

Mira caught my arm. “Lyra!” The light disappeared almost immediately, leaving the stone looking exactly as it had before. I stared at it, unable to breathe properly, then touched it again with one finger, expecting the glow to return. Nothing happened. I rubbed the stone, checked the wall around it, and even looked at my own hand, but there was no sign that anything unusual had happened. “You saw that?” I whispered. Mira was staring at the wall. “Yes.” “It actually happened,” I said, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. “I didn't imagine it, did I?”

Kieran turned in a slow circle, taking in the empty jars, the dark walls, the space where hundreds of trapped lights had been only minutes ago. "This is not what we came here for," he said quietly. "No," I said. "We came here for Morvanna's heart." That was when I saw it. At the very back of the vault, past every broken jar, sitting alone on a stone pedestal untouched by the light that had just torn through the entire room, was a single stone. Black, pulsing faintly, a rhythm that did not match my heartbeat or Kieran's, a rhythm that belonged to something else entirely.

I already asked my question, and I wouldn't get another. "I believe we had a deal, King Garren. I held up my end. Now it is your turn to hold up yours." I nodded, stepping towards the case that held the stone. With a wave of my hand, the magic ward around it fell, and I opened the case and pulled out the stone, breaking off a piece. "A sliver of Hellstone," I said, offering her the piece. She took it carefully, eying it before slipping it into a small pouch she must have had in a hidden pocket.

"Getting in was the hard part. The Falls, the blood seal, the Golem. The Vault assumes that anyone who makes it this far is worthy." I placed my hands on the box. It was warm to the touch. I lifted the lid. Inside, resting on black velvet, was a gemstone the size of a fist. It was ruby red, faceted perfectly. But inside the stone, something seemed to move. A liquid, swirling darkness. It pulsed like a living organ. The Crimson Heart. The legendary amplifier stone capable of enslaving a continent. "We have it," I said, closing the lid and latching it. "Ashren, carry it. Do not touch the stone directly. It feeds on skin contact."

The Heartstone, now inextricably linked to us, pulsed softly, mirroring our heartbeats. Sitting beside each other, our reflections danced upon the shimmering water's surface. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows upon the sands, something peculiar happened. The reflections in the water began to shift and change, no longer mirroring our actions. In the water, I saw Seraphina standing, not beside me, but atop the Sacred Temple. She held the Heartstone aloft, its glow ominous and dark. Meranthians below her were bowing, not in respect, but in fear. Beside this dark Seraphina stood Dupree, not as an enemy, but as an ally.

"You have great bravery. I believe... I believe it's best if we keep this a little secret for the time being. We wouldn't want to interfere with your mother's crucial assignment, would we? Jeremy gave a somber nod. "All right. However, could you please explain what's going on to me?" I grinned. "Young one. I believe I have discovered the solution to help you manage these fresh emotions. "I took out a second dark stone from my pocket, which was identical to the one I had given Mia. I pressed it into his tiny fingers and murmured, "Here," "This stone is unique. It will assist you in centering your force.