Lyra's POV
"Kael!"
My own scream echoed through the darkness.
I sat upright, breathing hard.
The vision vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only the cold stone passage stretching before me.
Asterion stopped walking.
The great silver wolf turned toward me, concern shining in his glowing blue eyes.
"What did you see?"
My hands trembled.
"Kael."
Fear gripped my chest.
"Something happened to Kael."
Asterion's expression darkened.
"The bond between the Crown and the Blade grows stronger."
"You are beginning to sense one another."
The answer didn't comfort me.
If anything, it made the fear worse.
Because what I had felt wasn't ordinary worry.
It had felt real.
Like a warning.
I forced myself to stand.
"We need to move."
The Guardian nodded.
The hidden staircase
