It started as a flare.
Then a scream.
By the ti I reached the chapel, it was burning.
Astraea stood inside the flas, her frost aura lting against golden fire. Her sword was gone. Her left arm bled openly.
"They ca for the crystal," she gasped.
"The failsafe?"
She nodded.
I wove barrier runes around her while Yuria doused the fla with her lightning.
But the fire didn’t stop.
Not until Seraphina walked in, wrapped in pure cold, and crushed it beneath her aura.
The chapel was saved.
But the crystal was gone.
And so was the figure who’d taken it.
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