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"The Abyss will try to show you lies, Elara. It will try to convince you that you are alone. But you are the Luna of the North. You are my Shadow Queen" We reached the final threshold—a massive door of solid obsidian etched with the runes of the First Kings. The air here vibrated with a scream that only I could hear, a sound of liquid obsidian and viscous fire waiting to be unleashed. My skin was now a map of power, the black veins glowing with a majestic intensity that made the surrounding darkness feel thin. My eyes had begun to burn like twin stars, reflecting a power that wasn't entirely mine—a power that belonged to the mountain itself.

“Stronger than anywhere I’ve felt since the Trials.” Theron stood behind her, watching the moonlight pour down like silver rain. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” She nodded. “Yes. I think… I think the book wants me to.” After making a small fire, Theron laid out a blanket for her to sit. Serena opened the book once more. This time, the pages turned themselves, flipping to an inscription she hadn’t seen before. The ink pulsed like veins of molten gold. The one who holds the blood of three, Shall choose the heart of fire or sea. If fire wins, a kingdom burns. If sea prevails, the world returns.

“Wait…hang on. I remember that Meereen glass we snagged and stashed away? I’ve been thinking on it, and honestly, I think it could be our victory against blood sucking demons like Xandros.” I just stared at Cleo for a sec, then it clicked. “Oh…wait, you’re right! That glass is supposed to have, like, extreme powers or something. To destroy anything made from dark forces.” Cleo grinned, a real one, for the first time in a long while. “That’s what I’m saying! If we can use the glass to battle with that Xandros of a thing, we might actually have a shot.” For the first time since Kane kicked the bucket, I actually felt a little fire in my gut. Maybe we weren’t totally screwed after all.

“It’s a sign...” Thorne whispered, his voice barely audible beneath the thundering of our broken hearts. “The sky is answering. That lightning—it's not just weather. It’s recognition. This book… it has chosen Willow as the heir of the curse.” My blood stopped cold. My body froze in suffocating silence. My eyes were locked on the open page before me—there, a rough illustration stared back. A woman stood beneath a red moon, her body drenched in blood, surrounded by the corpses of wolves. Her eyes were fixed forward—piercing through the parchment, straight into my soul.

And there it stood. The Blood Throne. It was carved from obsidian, veins of red crystal pulsing through it like a beating heart. The floor was cracked around it, as though the throne had erupted from the earth. Before it knelt a man. Or what was left of one. He was bone and ash wrapped in black robes. His hair was silver, his skin like charred marble. He did not look up—he only whispered in a language none of them understood. Aelin whimpered. “He’s trying to bind to me. To make me sit.”

“When the time comes.” He lifts his hand and presses his fingers against my forehead. Heat floods my skull, but not pain. Memory and magic. Visions crash into me: A wolf wrapped in flame standing at the mouth of a burning forest. A woman with eyes like Zenith’s, cradling a newborn wrapped in silver light. A throne made of obsidian, cracked straight through the middle. A war. A kiss. A howl that splits the sky. And then, his voice, soft again. “Awaken, Crownless One.”

she says gently yet firmly, “it’s time to wake up, dear. Morning’s already here.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to hide the heaviness inside. She places a bowl of porridge beside me, smiling. “You need to build your strength, little one. We’ll head to the market later to see what we can trade.” “Martha,” I say softly, looking up at her. “Before we go, I… I have to change something.” She freezes mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. “Change something? What do you mean?” I run my fingers through my hair—the same hair that once caught attention in every palace hallway. It’s crimson red, like embers—my father's royal crest's color. It is both a sign of power and a curse.

Nothing useful. Right now, I was going through the last shelves in the library, fingers skimming pages of books that felt older than the palace itself. Dust clung to my skin, my eyes burned from lack of sleep, and my head throbbed with unanswered questions. Mira sat across from me, equally exhausted, though she hid it better than I did. We had spoken to Mima earlier that day about how to get the sacred books—those locked away , forbidden except to a select few. She’d told us that the best person who might have access to texts like that was Elder Thalos.

He had backed away, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his emerald eyes wide with a fear he could no longer hide. "You... you are a monster," Thorne whispered. "I am the Empress," I corrected, the red-gold scales on my neck glowing with a lethal brilliance. "And your silver is too weak to hold the truth." I looked toward the Southern forest, where the scent of jasmine and silver was strongest. I could hear the hearts of the slaves beating in time with mine. I could feel their hunger for the freedom they had forgotten was theirs to claim. "Lord Julian said the pups in the South are being born with wine-colored eyes," I said, turning back to the Council. "They aren't a corruption, Thorne. They

She could see the yetrons a bird with the head of a bird and the back of scorpion, the warriors were getting closer, She turned her attention back at the Prince and saw he was playing with the orb of frera, fear went through her, a wrong turn could- FLASH!! She fell to the ground as the light was blinding, she felt a surge of energy pass through her, she opened her eye to see the chain glowing, her eyes enlarged, he had linked them!, what had he done?!!!, She didn't have time to think as she touched the portal and dragged jason in in time to watch the first shadow riders appear......