The ground beneath them shook, deep fractures splitting through the cracked stone streets of Eldermere. Dust rose in thick clouds, curling around the ruins like phantom fingers. The last of the hollow soldiers collapsed, their rusted armor turning to ash in the eerie silence that followed.
Then—a sound.
Not a whisper.
Not the low breath of unseen things.
A heartbeat.
Slow. Resonant.
It thrummed through the air, deep and distant, vibrating in Damien's chest like the toll of a funeral bell.
Erynn exhaled sharply, her silver eyes scanning the streets. "That's not an earthquake."
Dante muttered, "No shit."
Carys stepped closer to Damien, her sword still drawn. "The seal."
Damien didn't answer. He didn't have to. They all felt it.
The second seal was failing.
The voice that had whispered in his mind—**not human, not anything he could name—had spoken a truth none of them wanted to acknowledge.