**Nymera’s POV**
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The Seer left without another word.
She didn’t walk—she fled.
And the Council?
They scattered like ash in wind.
None of them dared speak it aloud, but I saw it in their eyes:
They no longer knew what I was.
And that terrified them more than anything.
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Kaelith found me at the edge of the old battlements just before dawn, the cold wind tugging at my hair. I hadn’t slept.
He didn’t speak right away. Just stood beside me, looking out over Hollowfang’s frost-kissed fields.
“When she said you were the fourth…” he finally said, “what did she mean?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I didn’t know.
I was still *me*. I bled, I broke, I loved.
But something inside me had cracked open—clean and quiet.
And where fire once roared and ice whispered, there was now… silence.
