CHAPTER 25 : BLOOD OF THE ECLIPSES AND THE AWAKENING OF SHADOWS
PART I : THE AGONY OF THE SUN
The Quartz Palace was no longer merely trembling; it was groaning. The millennial foundations, anchored deep within the mountain’s permafrost, groaned under the assault of an energy that should never have been unleashed within its walls. In the infirmary, Anastasia stood alone against the hurricane. Karl, Anton, and the others had been driven back into the corridor by a barrier of pure wind, a pressure membrane that made every step toward Elowen as difficult as wading through a wall of lead.
Elowen was no longer simply floating. She had become the epicenter of a magical singularity. Her hair, usually the color of wheat, swirled around her face like filaments of white light, while her veins, vis
