The palace shook violently.

Stone fell from the ceiling as a deep rumble rolled through the underground chamber.

Seraphina grabbed Lyra's hand.

"What's happening?"

Aster stared at the cracks spreading across the floor.

"The prison is breaking."

Another tremor struck.

This time, the entire palace tilted.

Nethros collapsed to one knee.

His black eyes flickered.

"He's coming."

Seraphina looked at him.

"Who?"

Nethros slowly raised his head.

"The Hunger."

---

Deep beneath the Throne of Creation, Lucien stood before the enormous eye.

The shadow was gone.

The First Sovereign remained chained to the ancient throne.

"Get out!" the Sovereign shouted.

Lucien looked at the cracks surrounding him.

"How?"

"Your balance."...