Spirit World POV
Queen Amira paced the marble floor of the High Temple of Spirits, her thoughts racing. A thousand echoes whispered in her mind, but one rang louder than all the rest:
"If Azanlin discovers our realm, everything will crumble."
She stopped before the Spirit King, her eyes blazing with urgency. "He's getting too close. His power is growing unnaturally fast. If he finds the gate to the spirit world—"
"He won't," the King interrupted, rising from his throne of obsidian light. "But we must act now. Call the Council. This isn't just about Azanlin anymore. Ugarh, Betmor, even the seven districts—if they align, they could rip the veil open."
Moments later, the Temple's bell tolled with a deep, ancient ring. Spirits shimmered into existence around the circular chamb
