The heavy obsidian doors shattered into a thousand jagged pieces, raining down on the pristine floor of the 80th floor like black glass.
Through the golden thread of the mate bond, the exhaustion that had been weighing Caleb down vanished, replaced instantly by a cold, paralyzing shock. I gripped the edge of the tactical table in the command truck so hard my knuckles turned white.
"What is it, Luna?" Magda asked, stepping closer to the monitors, her old eyes narrowed. "What do they see?"
I couldn't speak. I could only stare blindly at the truck wall, seeing what Caleb was seeing.
The Ascension Chamber wasn't a throne room. It was a cathedral built for a nightmare. The ceiling was vaulted, lined with thousands of glowing green cables that pulsed like veins. In the center of the vast
