The attack came on a night when storm clouds swallowed the moon.
Alarms rang through the stronghold—deep bronze bells that had not sounded in centuries. Purge Hunters had found the hidden entrance.
Kael armed Ariyah with a slender dagger and pushed her toward the inner halls.
“Stay with Seris. Protect the library.”
He kissed her forehead once—quick, fierce—then vanished into the corridors.
Ariyah ran to the library where Seris stood over ancient tomes, murmuring binding spells.
“We can hold them,” the old woman said. But her hands shook.
The doors exploded inward.
Hunters in black armor poured through, iron chains clinking—chains forged to nullify magic. Behind them came the hounds: shadow-forged beasts with eyes like dying coals.
Seris stepped forward, starlight gathering around her like armor.
“For the Veil!” she cried, unleashing a wave of power.
The front line of hunters turned to ash.
But more came.
Ariyah fought beside her, dagger flashing, Starheart burning in her veins. She shielded Seris when a hunter’s blade arced down—and felt the iron chain graze her arm. Pain lanced through her; the magic stuttered.
Seris fell moments later, an arrow through her heart.
Ariyah screamed.
Light erupted from her in a blinding nova. Stone cracked. Hunters flew backward. When her vision cleared, the chamber was silent except for distant shouts.
Kael found her kneeling beside Seris’s body.
“We have to go,” he said, pulling her up. Blood streaked his face; his left arm hung useless.
They fled deeper into the mountain tunnels as the stronghold collapsed behind them.
In the heart chamber—where a massive crystal pulsed with captured starlight—Ariyah faced the Hunter Captain alone while Kael held the corridor.
“You are the abomination,” the captain snarled, raising a null-chain. “Magic ends tonight.”
He lunged.
Ariyah did not hold back.
She unleashed everything—grief, rage, love, terror. Silver fire roared through the chamber, shattering crystal and stone alike. When the light faded, the captain and his remaining men were gone.
But half the mountain had collapsed with them.
Kael dragged her from the rubble, both of them battered and bleeding.
“I killed them,” she whispered, staring at her trembling hands.
“You saved what’s left of us,” he said fiercely, cupping her face. “You saved me.”
She collapsed against him, sobs tearing from her throat as the storm raged overhead.