Doomed

Kiara's POV

Elena, Ryder, and I stood in the clearing, staring at the image of Lust lounging in that twisted throne room. The suffocating aura of corruption leaked through the scrying mirror, but what haunted me most was the flicker in Veryon's eyes—he was still in there, trapped beneath the weight of the spirit's control.

"We're going," I had said, but now a pressing thought anchored me back.

Lust wouldn't be alone.

If we were walking into that throne room, we weren't just facing one of the seven spirits—we'd be walking into the heart of their power.

I clenched my fists. "The other spirits will be with her."

Elena tilted her head, amused. "Obviously."

I shot her a sharp look. "That means we'll be outnumbered."

"Outnumbered but not outmatched," Elena said, twirling a strand of hair. "I'm a prophetess now, and in case you haven't noticed, I'm very powerful."

Ryder snorted. "You mean 'overconfident'?"