Vyan glanced at Clyde. Then Althea. At the Grand Hall, which wasn't on fire this time. At the sealed box. At everything he'd just fought to change.
"It's time," he muttered under his breath. Finally, his gaze was on Iyana. "She's safe now."
"What?" Clyde asked.
Vyan gave him a half-smile, already feeling the pull getting stronger. "Let's just say… I know the future."
With his gaze locked on Iyana, Vyan watched as she drove her blade clean through Wyatt's chest, pinning his body to the stone wall with one final clash.
She looked up. Her violet eyes, storm-lit and blazing with triumph, found his across the battlefield.
