Lena’s POV — Threads That Bind
The hush was wrong.
Too complete.
Too final.
Lena stood in the Hollow, its nothingness strangely serene, like a long-held sigh. The golden veins that had surged over its surface were dulled. No whispering. There are no flickers of echoes. Simply enormous emptiness.
However, it did not feel finished. Damien stood beside her, his gaze scouring the horizon like a predator, unsure whether the hunt was actually done. Lyra floated nearby, her magic casting a pale glow in the cradle of her hands. Even the air tasted different—cooler, flatter, and devoid of the Hollow's typical hunger.
"Where did she go?" Lena asked quietly.
There was no need to specify who she meant.
The girl, the Key, had fled after the Mirror City collapsed and the King of
