Lyra stood ten paces from the towering bronze doors, the Astral Battle Crown upon her brow pulsing with brilliant silver starlight. She raised her left hand, extending her slender fingers toward the swirling violet wards, while her right hand rested gently upon the dragon-whisker wedding ring on her finger. She closed her eyes, attuning her celestial senses to the necrotic frequency of the blood-lock. Through the dark vibrations, she heard…
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