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A hush settled over the room.
Wren swallowed hard. "That's what the Caer Thorne texts warned of. The coming of the bridge doesn't just herald power—it disrupts order. It brings storms, visions, resurrection... and ruin. The last time a bridge was born, kingdoms fell, temples bled. The world tried to stop her before she fulfilled her purpose."
"Her?" Lucas asked. "You mean Lena?"
Wren nodded. "Or someone like her. I don't know what happened to the last one. The texts cut off mid-translation. But what's clear is that the bridge is never just a witness to fate. She is fate."
Lena sat motionless next to me, breathing shallow, as if the weight of it all was pressing down on her chest, cracking finally under it all.
I tilted her chin to face me. "Hey, breathe for me."
She did.
The moment I had been dreading had arrived, and everything had shifted—every ounce of control I thought I had was slipping through my fingers.
