The world split open.
Lyra’s scream was swallowed by the roar of the storm as power surged through the cliffside, tearing rock apart like paper. Lightning poured from her body in blinding waves, searing the night into daylight. Hunters were flung like ragdolls, their torches exploding in showers of sparks. The earth shook, the mountain itself groaning under the weight of her release.
She had opened the door.
And something inside her had stepped through.
Her body lifted from the ground, hair whipping in a cyclone of lightning and wind. The storm wasn’t outside her anymore—it was her. It carved through her skin, branding her veins with fire, until she could no longer tell where she ended and the storm began.
Kael’s roar barely pierced the chaos. “Lyra!”
She saw him, bloodied and fierce
