Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning
"But the shadow, the void, the flame, they’re still out there. The Architect too. If the nodes are done, what’s left?"
Lyra’s shard flickered, her voice, my voice, soft but steady. "The remnants in the city talked about a final place," she said, her eyes distant, like she saw the spires instead of cliffs. "Not a node, but a source, where the Veil began, not forged or found but born. They called it the Origin, hidden, not on any map, only revealed when the trinity, when we, are whole."
Killian groaned, rubbing his bruised neck, his face grim. "Origin, nodes, tides," he muttered. "Why can’t it just be a cave with a big bad we stab? I’m over these mystical scavenger hunts."
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