The Codex predicted it.
The first wave would co not from the sky—but from the sea.
We saw them before sunrise: golden banners cresting on black waves. Ships carved from bone. Warlocks with no eyes chanting beneath starless sails.
I stood on the north cliff, wind in my hair, fire in my veins.
Astraea beside .
Lilith behind .
Yuria already leaping into battle.
The shard was gone.
The world was unraveling.
But we were still here.
And that, I realized, was the most powerful magic left.
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