(Solomon's POV)
Some people become heroes.
Others become legends.
Mirabel was about to become something far more terrifying.
The Horror of Her Decision
The scream of the Devourer shook existence itself.
The sound did not travel through air.
It traveled through memory.
Every soul heard it.
Every fragment felt it.
Every thread within the silver network vibrated with ancient terror.
The abyss had finally become afraid.
And that frightened me more than anything.
Mirabel stood at the center of the cavern.
Small.
Fragile.
Bleeding.
Yet the ancient horror beneath the world looked at her as though she were a threat.
"No," I said.
The word escaped before I could stop it.
Mirabel didn't look at me.
"Mirabel."
Still nothing.
I moved toward her.
Elena grabbed my arm.
"Solomon.
