Chapter Twenty-Two
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The mountain was quiet again.
Not peaceful quiet.
The kind of quiet that came after destruction had already passed through.
Lyra stood near the massive hole in the cavern ceiling, staring at the night sky where Varakoth had disappeared. Cold wind poured through the opening and carried dust and loose debris across the broken floor.
Far above us the moon hung bright and silent.
But the shadow that had crossed it minutes ago still lingered in my mind.
Varakoth was out there now.
Free.
Lyra wrapped her arms around herself.
“We failed.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Selunara walked slowly toward the opening in the ceiling. The silver light around her body had faded slightly but the power within her still pulsed like a distant storm.
“This was always a
