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The hall fell silent, the storm of battle broken at last. Serenya lowered her hands, shards slipping through her fingers, her blood mingling with glass on the floor. She felt no triumph, only the weight of what had been lost. A crown of glass could shatter—but could it ever be remade? As silence deepened, Maelis Rowan, the seer, stepped forward from the shadows. Her voice, soft yet heavy with portent, echoed through the hall: “This was not the end, child. Shattered glass gives way to sharper edges. And those edges cut deeper still.”

The staircase climbed impossibly high into the darkness. Leading nowhere. Or perhaps somewhere far beyond the world. At the very top stood a throne. The throne from my vision. The Throne of Stars. The throne hidden beneath the kingdom. The throne every ancient power was searching for. And seated upon it was a figure. Motionless. Silent. Wrapped in chains made of silver fire. A prisoner. Still asleep. Still bound. Yet somehow more terrifying than anything we had seen so far. The golden eyes immediately focused on it. The thirteen fortresses turned toward it.

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Author's POV Darkness...Darkness and Darkness are all she could see. Darkness surrounded her like the ocean, she was looking for brightness in that peach darkness. Sweating profusely, Koushalya licked her dry lips to hydration. her mind was blocked from all possible ways to get out of the Darkness. her eyes flinched with hope when she saw a ray of brightness appearing to clear her Path. " koushy....koushy...." Koushalya was pulled out from the deep slumber she was drawing in. her mother was standing near her head and yelling her name.

A brilliant beam of silver and gold light shot into the heavens from beneath the ruined throne room. Every warrior stopped to watch. Even the Shadow Wolves hesitated. The beam pierced the clouds. The darkness that had covered the kingdom began to retreat. Varkor took an uneasy step backward. "No..." "She found it." The golden thread connecting Lyra and me blazed brighter. Power surged through the Blade of Kings. The runes along its edge changed from silver... To silver and gold. Nyros smiled. "The First Light." "She's bringing it home." The ground beneath the palace exploded outward.

She approved. “She lived in a tower,” he said. “A very tall one. With big windows that looked out over the whole city.” “Was she sad.” He paused. “She was — waiting,” he said carefully. “For something. She did not know what yet. But she was waiting.” Liyana absorbed this. “Then?” “Then a prince came.” “Was he strong?” “Very.” “Was he nice?” A pause. “He was — learning to be,” Raiyan said quietly.

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

Very bad. Finally, the goddess spoke. "The fragments are merging." The words hit like a hammer. My pulse thundered. "But I thought—" A sharp pain cut me off. A scream nearly escaped my throat. Something moved beneath my skin. Power. Ancient power. Awakening. The silver throne suddenly cracked. Everyone froze. A second crack followed. Then a third. Moonlight poured from inside. Not reflected light. Living light. Something was trapped within the throne. Something ancient. Something waking up. The mountain roared. A shockwave blasted through the cavern. The throne shattered completely. Silver fragments exploded outward. The blast knocked everyone backward. Dust filled the chamber. Silence follo

The thing weighed nearly twenty pounds, and the old injury in my arm was already throbbing again. Just six steps away from the main table, Anrina suddenly stretched out one foot and hooked it against my ankle. I fell forward instantly. The champagne tower crashed to the ground with a deafening explosion. Glass shattered everywhere. I slammed hard into the sea of razor-sharp shards. Pieces of glass pierced my palms, my forearms, my knees. Leon rushed over immediately. He grabbed the screaming Anrina first and pulled her tightly into his arms before finally lowering his gaze to me, covered in blood on the floor.

A third throne. It rose slowly from the floor, built from the same ancient stone but different. One side glowed with pure silver light, bright and steady like moonlight on snow. The other side swirled with deep shadow, dark and alive, shifting like smoke caught in the wind. The two powers met in the middle, blending without fighting. Silver and shadow, balanced together. Lyra’s breath caught. She helped Rowan closer until they stood right in front of it. The throne felt alive. It called to something deep inside her blood.