CHAPTER 55
Tristan’s POV
Rhael’s scream still echoed long after the rift sealed.
Then everything went silent.
Too silent.
The courtyard—once full of roaring winds, cracking stone, and the Devourer’s monstrous laughter—was now heavy with a stillness so unnatural it suffocated.
My hands were empty.
My grip had been ripped away.
Rhael was gone.
No.
No.
No.
My knees hit the ground before I even realized I’d fallen. A deep, animal sound ripped from my throat—part snarl, part grief, part fury that tore straight through my chest like a blade.
Leo staggered beside me, runes dying on his palms as he pressed his hand against the bloody stone.
Mark shifted back into human form, collapsing naked and shaking, his breaths broken sobs.
But Gabriella—
She stood at the center of the courtya
