There was no time to mourn.
Helius and Crixus’s eyes widened in shock as they watched Nytheria shatter into thin air.
Morticia’s eerie lullaby drifted through the mist as she licked golden blood from her Veilsword, then vanished into the sky.
“Come inside,” she sang. “I can’t wait to taste your blood.”
Helius cursed. “This is suicide. Fighting them inside the Veil—it’s a trap.”
Crixus stood frozen. “She killed Nytheria… she will pay for it!”
Then, without another word, he bolted after Morticia, vanishing through the open gate.
“Crixus, no!” Luceris shouted, his voice cracking as he dashed after him.
They had no choice—if they didn’t follow, Crixus would surely die.
“This is the plan,” Helius barked, pointing to Aurel and Luceris. “You two, head to the Dark Castle. Aeria might be t
