Claimed by the Fallen Five
“Tell the others to prepare. There will be no peace now. The gods are waking.”
Mae stumbled after him, her thoughts spinning. Lucien’s face burned in her mind, the memory of his touch a fragile anchor against the storm she felt coming. The war was no longer a distant threat. It was here, creeping from the cracks of forgotten worlds, reaching for her, for them all.
As they neared the ship, the ground split far behind them, a burst of violet light erupting skyward. Mae turned one last time to see the jagged silhouettes multiplying, spreading like a plague, and in the blinding glow she thought she heard it again.
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