The figure stood within the ancient circle.

One golden eye.

One black eye.

Light and darkness moved around its body like living flames.

Lucien couldn't move.

Neither could Seraphina.

Even Aster seemed frozen.

The man who had led them there dropped to his knees.

"My Sovereign..."

The figure looked down at him.

"You have served my bloodline well."

The man lowered his head.

"After all these centuries, I have finally brought the heirs to you."

The Sovereign's gaze shifted toward Lucien.

"You have done more than bring them."

"You have awakened me."

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Lyra cried out.

The Crystal Heart was still floating before the Sovereign.

Golden and black energy poured...