The castle was tense. Zayn still lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling slowly. The poison had been removed, the wards reinforced, but the strongest among them remained incapacitated. May, Lythera, and Theron gathered with the Five in the strategy hall. “The bloodline is awakening,” Lythera said, her voice steady but heavy. “Kaelthorn knows it. And he won’t wait to strike.” Theron’s gaze swept the room. “Every soldier must be ready. Every street. Every gate. No one can underestimate him.” May clenched her fists. “Then we make sure he doesn’t get to the capital at all.” Far away, in the shadowed lands beyond the broken seal, Kaelthorn moved. The surrounding air pulsed with darkness, thick and oppressive. His eyes glowed as he felt the stirrings of potential — May’s, Zayn’s, an

