Selene's POV

The light grew bigger.

It was not silver. It was not gold. It was not white. It was all of them and none of them. It was the light of something older than the bridge. Something older than the End.

It touched the courtyard.

It faded.

And when the glow was gone, there were women standing there.

Four of them.

I knew them.

Vera. Mira. Elara. Lyra.

The four failures.

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I did not speak.

I could not speak.

They stood in the courtyard with their faded marks and their broken souls and their sad smiles. They were not ghosts. They were not memories. They were here. They...