Caspian POV :
The heavy oak door vaporized under the catastrophic, combined kinetic force of our synchronized breach.
A suffocating cloud of pulverized stone, jagged splinters, and ancient dust violently billowed into the freezing, circular tower room. But through the thick, settling smoke, my eyes locked onto the absolute epicenter of my universe.
Aria was lying on the jagged black obsidian floor. Her beautiful, shimmering white festival gown was torn and stained with soot. Her wrists were bruised, her chest was heaving with frantic, desperate breaths, but she was alive. The blinding, pure Silver Light of her Wolf magic was still aggressively crackling around her delicate fingertips.
And cowering against the far wall, his face severely burned and blistered by our Queen's holy mag
