The dragon dagger pulsed with quiet warning.
Jack and Sarah stared at it, silence weighing heavy between them. The rooftop lights flickered once—then again.
“Did you see that?” Sarah asked, pulling away slightly.
Jack stood, reaching for the dagger. The moment his fingers brushed the hilt, a gust of wind slammed into the sanctuary. Distant alarms wailed. Below, lights across Harmonfield blinked, then died—one block after another.
“Citywide blackout?” Sarah muttered, already activating her comms.
“Something’s wrong,” Jack said.
Before she could answer, a low boom echoed across the skyline. Not an explosion—something worse. Intentional. Rhythmic. Like footsteps made of thunder.
Then a voice rang out, not over speakers, not over comms, but inside their minds.
“Still rebuilding castles
