Back in the world above, panic broke out.
The Headmistress called a full emergency council.
"She broke the Crucible. She disappeared between dimensions. She awakened a forgotten god."
"We should inform the Twelve," said one teacher.
"We should bind her," said another.
But then a new voice answered:
"You can't bind a thing that predates your chains."
Thessaly. Sword drawn.
Standing between them and the girl she kissed.
"She's not your student anymore. She's not your weapon.
She's not even your mistake.
She's mine."
The room fell silent.
Except for Elyse, whispering a prayer to a god she didn't know existed.
A thirteenth god.
A girl with black hair and silver eyes.