Lyra's POVThe air in Asher's office crackles with tension, thick enough to choke on. Elara – or whatever she's become – looms before us, her form shimmering with otherworldly power. Xander stands protectively before me, while Asher's presence at my back is a solid, reassuring warmth."You have no idea what you've set in motion, little sister," Elara sneers, her voice a discordant blend of familiar and alien. "Did you think you could run from your destiny? From who – what – you truly are?"I step out from behind Xander, refusing to cower. "And what exactly am I, Elara? Since you seem to know so much about me that I don't."Her laugh is cold, brittle. "Oh, the irony. The great prophesied one, clueless about her origins. Shall we enlighten her, Mother?"My heart stutters. "Mother?"To my shock, Selene steps forward from the shadows of the room. How long has she been there? Her silver eyes, usually warm and wise, now gleam with an ancient, unknowable light."It's time, my daughters," she
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