I couldn’t move. The silver thread was still there, stretching out from my chest into darkness, vanishing somewhere I couldn’t see.
At the other end was Kael. Or, someone who looked just like him. Same dark hair, same broad shoulders, same cold, sharp eyes. But something felt off. There was blood on his hands. Way too much blood.
I blinked, and the vision faded. My whole body staggered. Kael caught me before I could hit the ground.
“Lyra,” he said, gripping my arms. “What did you see?”
I stared at him. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
“I...” The vision kept slipping away. I could see the blood, the battlefield, Kael standing there—but the moment I tried to cling to details, they unraveled.
“I don’t know,” I managed.
Kael’s face shifted. “You touched the seal.”
“I know.”
“Wha
