The Architect's Revelation
The air on the summit of the Sleeping Giants crackled with an almost unbearable tension, a stark contrast to the profound, ancient silence that typically reigned over these sacred peaks. Elias Thorne stood before them, a figure of chilling composure amidst the swirling mist, his hybrid eye gleaming with a cold, predatory light. His presence was not just physical; it was a psychic assault, a ripple of arrogant power that pressed against Lyra’s senses, attempting to invade the very sanctity of her mate bond with Kieran.
"Such predictable sentimentality," Elias sneered again, his voice echoing with a synthetic clarity that grated against the raw, natural essence of the mountain. "You purebloods always lead yourselves to ruin, chasing ghosts and clinging to relics.
