Lucien could still see the vision.

Burning cities.

Broken crowns.

Seraphina lying motionless.

Caelan swallowed by darkness.

Lyra screaming his name.

And himself sitting upon a black throne.

He blinked rapidly.

The vision disappeared.

But the fear remained.

"Lucien?"

Seraphina's voice brought him back.

He looked at her.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"I'm just tired."

The Eternal King studied him carefully.

"You're lying."

Lucien turned toward him.

"You said the First God needs me."

"Yes."

"Why?"

The Eternal King glanced at the sealed throne.

"Because you are the Seventh Guardian."

Lucien frowned.

"You said that before."

"I didn't tell you everything."

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The Keeper stepped closer.

"Then tell...