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Thrud stated coldly as several fragments of Edict rushed into her fists. “Hold on honey,” Thor took a few steps back as sweat poured from his forehead. “You took Mane’s blood?! He’s just a boy! And even worse, he’s your grandson!” *Bang* “Ouch!”

"Yes, we won. But none of it matters if I lose you. Stay with me, Lyra!" My vision blurred once more, but his words sparked a fresh wave of determination. I clenched my teeth, battling to remain conscious. "I'm… not going anywhere," I whispered, voice trembling. Thorian's jaw set with resolve. "That's right. You're not going anywhere. We're getting through this together." With Thorian's encouragement, I fought to stay awake, my eyes fixed on his face, my heart holding tight to his promise. I wasn't alone, and that gave me the will to keep going.

Its chest housed a songstone, pulsing with old hunger. “It’s coming,” Jonas shouted. “We’re not going to make it!” “Yes, we are,” Maya said, her voice iron now. “We have to finish the chord.” She gripped the dagger and began to sing again. This time, Sefina joined her. Two voices. One of the river. One of the drowned. The harmonies were discordant, then aligned. The water listened. The world listened. The Sovereign slowed. Its arms twitched. Then—it shattered.

Thor shook his head, leaning closer to hear what I had to say. “The doctor is almost here.” he whispered. Wincing in pain, my hand shot out slowly, reaching for his hand. The strength I pulled vanished and my hand returned to my body, dropping. “Ta..take me, Thor.” I mumbled. He ignored what I said, hell bent on doing things his way. “The doctor first, Dextera.” I managed to hold his arm. “The...the beast, she'll come...back. I can feel it. Take me.”

Thanos stood near a mirror, his back to me, doing something I couldn’t quite make out. “Thanos…” I began, my voice barely a whisper, but before I could say more, he turned. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. His eyes wasn't the brown ones I knew, but instead they were red like mine and gleamed in the low light, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he stared directly at me. “Hello, Lyra,” he said, his voice smooth yet charged with menace. He took a step toward me, his crimson gaze locking onto mine.

I say. “Oh you have to say that sentence to enter the bar” Nancy whispered. I look at the waitress and we follow her back from the dining area near the kitchen. She opens a door and there are stairs which lead underground. As we walked the stairs and opened the door, I was shocked to see around 20 people singing while holding their beers and there was someone playing the piano. They were singing to ‘I wanna dance with somebody’ by Whitney Houston. It’s true most of them have bad voices and are drunk but instead seeing judging faces everyone was laughing and seemed like enjoying themselves.

Aster counted until the song started: That terrible night, Thar-khan imprisoned the strongest of heroes. In the dungeon he was thrown, Darkness was everywhere around him. Nothing could break his will, Nothing could, Nothing could. Ooooooh, what could he do? What could he do? Nothing, only to wait… And waited he did. And waited he did. And waited he did. That dreadful night, The guards were drunk. The guards were drunk. The key was lost, The key was golden. He had a will of his own,

~You were the shadow to my light Did you feel us Another start You fade away Afraid our aim is out of sight Wanna see us Alive~ ~Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now Was it all in my fantasy Where are you now Were you only imaginary Where are you now~ ~Atlantis Under the sea Under the sea Where are you now Another dream The monsters running wild inside of me~ ~I'm faded I'm faded So lost I'm faded~ ~These shallow waters, never met What I needed I'm letting go A deeper dive The eternal silence of the sea I'm breathing Alive ~Where are you now Where are you now~ "Alright. That better than before. Okay. Let's move on to the second song." Jackson announces, then we start playing

( I pray for your miracle Sebastian ) 'I-I see…' ( I hope I'm able to survive for tonight, dear God, please hear my prayers )

I say. "The transfer to the Havencrest account will start at 9:05 AM. It will look like a charity gift from the 'Thorne Family Foundation.' The papers are perfect. It will pay for a new roof. New pipes. A year of good food. It is, as you said, a big blessing." Then he clears his throat. It's a small sound, but in the quiet room, it's loud. "You have something to say, Silas."