The second attack didn’t come from the borders.
It came from inside.
Lyra knew it the moment the alarm sounded.
Not loud.
Not chaotic.
Sharp.
Targeted.
She was already moving before anyone called for her.
Corridors blurred as she made her way toward the inner wing,
the restricted section.
Where only trusted members had access.
That alone made her pulse sharpen.
Too close.
When she arrived,
guards were already there.
One of them lay on the ground.
Unconscious.
Not dead.
But not unharmed.
“What happened?” Lyra demanded.
“Someone got past us,” a guard replied.
“Fast. We didn’t see.”
“Where did they go?”
A pause.
“They were heading toward the archives.”
Lyra didn’t wait.
Inside the archive wing,
The doors stood open.
Unlocked.
Lyra stepped in slowly.
Her senses
