The warning from the Crystal Heart refused to leave Lucien's mind.

Eryndor is already lost.

He stared toward the distant horizon.

For the first time since becoming king, he felt completely helpless.

Seraphina stepped beside him.

"We can't know that for certain."

Lyra shook her head.

"The Heart has never been wrong."

Nethros looked at Caelan.

"You knew this would happen."

Caelan's jaw tightened.

"I knew Evelyne was planning something."

"You didn't tell us."

"I didn't know how far she'd gone."

Lucien turned toward him.

"Enough."

Everyone became silent.

"We're not wasting time blaming each other."

He looked at Aster.

"How long until we reach Eryndor?"

"If we travel without...