In the next moment, the air in the chamber became tense and stronger as power surged through my fingertips, cold and ancient sinking into my bones like a claim, a reminder of who I was meant to be.
At the same time, a deafening c***k echoed through the ruins as the golden symbols carved into the walls flared to life, their light burning brighter than before, moving in sync with the throne under my hand.
Shadows twisted violently around us, but this time, they weren’t attacking. They were bowing.
The hooded figure let out a slow, approving sound. “The choice has been made.” It said.
On the other hand, Dylan tensed beside me, his eyes darting between me and the throne, his muscles coiled like he was ready to tear me away from it if something went wrong. “Chloe—”
He barely finished his
