LOGINARAHEENShe stared at Kohina, wide-eyed, unable to summon an answer at once. First, the Shining Keeper had offered up her life so they might have even the slightest chance of saving the world from utter ruin. And now, if Yonah was to be brought down, Kohina had to die as well.A part of her wished to dismiss it as some cruel jest, absurd even in the midst of war against the beasts. But this was Kohina. The seer would never speak of such things lightly, least of all now, when they were losing, and Gildeon was in grave danger.Araheen parted her lips to ask another question, but Kohina cut her off before the words could leave her.“You swore never to ask questions, Araheen.”“But what you’re asking of me...” The sentence broke apart in her throat.Above them, another pained roar tore from Gildeon. One of his wings was badly ripped, and his spiritual wings were bearing most of the burden of keeping
ARAHEENShe watched Gildeon shift into his ultimate True Form. She had once believed nothing could surpass the majesty of his full dragon form.This was way beyond that.What rose into the ravaged sky now was not merely a dragon, but a coronation made flesh.His body had grown broader, longer, more sovereign in every line. The black of his scales remained, but now it was overtaken by more gold—rich, molten, radiant gold that streamed over him in commanding patterns, sheathing his throat, his chest, the curve of his ribs, and the heavy arches of his limbs. He looked to be wearing a gilded armor blessed by the divine light.Fire flowed along the ridges of his spine like living silk, pouring from one spiked crest to the next in bright rivers. His eyes, twin orbs of black and gold, became deeper and blazing all at once, like eclipsed suns lit from within.His wings alone could have undone her breath. The first pair was his
GILDEONThe end of the world had begun by the time he and Araheen stepped out of the Shining Keeper’s domain.Shamibar met them in ruin.Breaches hung open across the land like fresh wounds in the world, and beasts kept pouring out of them in numbers too great to count. There was no rhythm to it. No sign of slowing. Just a steady flood of teeth, claws, hide, and hunger. Sylphs and salamanders had been forced to stop tearing at each other long enough to fight the things trying to swallow them all.The air reeked of carrion, spoiled flesh, and old magic ripped wide open. Even for his kind—who had been raised amid the stinks of the ancient beasts—it was enough to make the gut tighten. All around them rolled the sounds of the creatures: deep, ancient bellows, wet snarls, bone-thin shrieks, jaws clacking like stones in a grave. The noise crawled beneath the skin and settled in the blood.Araheen’s grip tightened
NARRATOR’S POVThe wound in the fabric of the world pulsed at the center of the crater, a black tear that throbbed like something alive. Around it, the earth had caved in, forming a wide basin of broken stone and loose dirt. Dense forest ringed the crater on all sides, dark and still, its trees packed so tightly they looked like a wall.The elder witches who had tried to seal the breach lay scattered across the ground where they had fallen. Their mouths hung open. Their bodies were shriveled and dry, skin pulled tight over bone. Their eye sockets were empty. Their limbs had stiffened into bent, twisted angles.Yonah sat at the crater’s edge, cross-legged, his back straight, his eyes closed, his white hair shifting in the wind. He was deep in a trance, waiting.Then the cold reached him.It started in his core, frosting upward into his chest until his whole body went numb. Fine grains of ice seemed to gather over his ski
GILDEONHe’d already braced himself for the truth that his real mother might be a High Immortal—one of the first companions shaped at the dawn of time. But this was way beyond anything he could’ve ever imagined.The realization came down hard and clean, like a blade laid flat against the back of his neck. Not confusion. Not wonder. Just the cold, ugly weight of knowing he should’ve seen it sooner.His gaze dragged over her golden scales, the claws, the old power sitting beneath her skin like banked fire, and disgust curled in his gut.At himself.“You’re the Dragon Queen,” he muttered.The words came out low, rough with disbelief and irritation.The Shining Keeper turned toward them. At once, her body shifted.Shinier golden scales spread over her skin and hardened, bright and dense like forged plates, each one throwing off its own light. Wings burst from her back&mdash
ARAHEENThe tea hit her tongue with honey, smoke, flowers, and something sharper beneath it, something bright enough to feel dangerous. It went down hot. For a moment, it felt like she had swallowed a strip of sunlight.Then the weight left her body.The room vanished. She drifted in the cosmic sprawl around her, light and sound spread wide in every direction. She couldn’t feel Gildeon beside her anymore, but she knew he was there. She knew he was being dragged through the same thing.Ahead of her hung a sphere of white light. Not a star, but a gateway. It stirred the same memory as the Dark Plane portal she had seen through her mother’s eyes, but this one carried no threat. There was no cold nor dread. It pulled instead.Araheen moved toward it, and as soon as she passed through, knowledge crashed over her all at once.Color. Light. Shape. Sound. Taste. Scent. Touch. Everything slammed into her in one brutal rus
ARAHStepping out of the shower, she found Gildeon sitting on the bed, flipping through one of Roselia’s grimoires. She paused in the doorway, towel in hand, as she rubbed at her damp hair, quietly watching him. He was so focused on reading, she doubted he even noticed she
ARAHThe stubborn part of her wanted to stay in the house, no matter what Gildeon had said. But she didn’t want to look pathetic… lingering where she clearly wasn’t wanted.Gildeon just made her feel like she didn’t belong anymore, and she had no idea what was going
GILDEONHe visited the first location Professor Nowak had marked for him—a cliff perched above a remote waterfall. It had taken him nearly an hour to reach it on foot. The drop was jagged, the edge raw and windswept—details that matched his vision, but not enough to confir
GILDEONHis glasses hit the floor just as he charged Lexi, his arm shifting mid-motion into its full dragon form. His clawed hand locked around her neck. Her glass slipped from her grip, spilling dark violet liquid down her chest. She clutched at his arm, more out of refle







