POV: Priam Lockhart
The void was a kaleidoscope of dying worlds. Priam and Liana fell through memories of crumbling cities and collapsing stars, the Sovereign and Devourer's roars echoing like thunder. They landed on a fractured mirror of Erathia—a twisted academy where spires bent inward and shadows pulsed with malice.
"Where… are we?" Liana whispered, her shard casting jagged light.
"A reflection," a voice answered.
A woman materialized from the gloom, her robes woven from starlight and ash. Her eyes, twin voids, bore into them. "A prison for those who defy the cycle. I am Elyra Hartwell."
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Elyra Hartwell: Ancestor of Liana's bloodline, trapped in the void for centuries.
Priam's Sovereign-marked hand flared. "Hartwell? Then you know how to seal the Sovereign and Devourer."
Elyra's smile was bitter. "I know how to fail. Every cycle, a Hartwell sacrifices themselves to delay the inevitable. Your Lucien knows this—he's lived through three cycles as a herald."
Liana recoiled. "Lucien… survived?"
"He was once like you," Elyra said, gesturing to Priam's corrupted veins. "A herald who bargained with the Sovereign. But the void consumed him. Now, he manipulates each cycle, pitting the Sovereign and Devourer against each other to weaken both… and claim their power."
The Price of Power
Priam's mark throbbed, his mimicry magic warping. He clenched his fist, and voidsteel claws erupted from his knuckles—unstable, deadly.
Priam's Corruption: 40%
"The mark is rewriting you," Elyra warned. "Soon, you'll be less human than Lucien."
Liana gripped his arm. "We need to end this before that happens."
Elyra led them through the labyrinth, avoiding pools of liquid shadow that whispered of forgotten souls. "The ritual to seal both entities requires anchoring them to a Hartwell's soul. But it will cost your life, Liana."
"No," Priam snapped. "There's another way."
"There isn't," Elyra said, her voice fraying. "I tried. My sacrifice bought Erathia five centuries. Now, the Devourer has evolved. It learns. Adapts."
A tremor shook the ground. The Sovereign's serpentine form slithered overhead, its scales glinting with trapped galaxies, while the Devourer's chains lashed like tendrils, carving canyons into the void.
Lucien's Gambit Revealed
Elyra halted at a shattered temple, its altar stained with void-blood. "Lucien's true goal isn't control—it's annihilation. He wants to merge the Sovereign and Devourer into a new entity, one he can wield to erase the cycles… and every realm bound to them."
"Including Erathia," Liana realized.
Elyra nodded. "He believes destruction is mercy. But you—" She touched Priam's mark. "—you're a variable. The Sovereign's power in you is unstable. If we channel it into the shard, we might sever both entities' tethers to this realm."
"And the cost?" Priam asked.
Elyra's form flickered. "My existence. And yours."
The Hunted
They didn't have time to debate. The Devourer's chains speared through the temple, shattering pillars. Priam shoved Liana aside, his void-claws deflecting a chain. The impact shattered his wrist, but the mark healed it instantly—bones snapping back into place, veins blackening further.
Priam's Corruption: 55%
"Run!" Elyra shouted, hurling starlight barriers to slow the Devourer.
They fled into a memory—a battlefield where Hartwell mages dueled the Sovereign in a forgotten war. Lucien stood amid the carnage, his younger self clad in herald's armor, eyes hollow with regret.
"Echoes of the past," Elyra muttered. "Lucien's first failure."
Liana's shard pulsed, syncing with the memory. "He tried to save someone. A woman."
The echo dissolved, but not before Priam glimpsed Lucien clutching a corpse with Liana's face.
The Choice
In a hollow of dead stars, Elyra forged a ritual blade from her starlight. "The shard must be plunged into the Sovereign's core and the Devourer's chain-heart. But it requires two souls: one to wield the blade, one to anchor the void."
Liana reached for the blade. "I'll do it."
Priam seized her wrist. "Like hell you will."
"You're both missing the point," Elyra said. "The anchor must be a Hartwell. The wielder must be a herald. But together, you might… distract the entities long enough to strike."
A roar shook the hollow. The Sovereign and Devourer converged, their battle ripping the void apart.
"Decide now," Elyra urged.
Cliffhanger: Convergence
Priam's mark blazed. "Liana, trust me."
He channeled the Sovereign's power, weaving a lattice of void-energy around them. The Devourer's chains recoiled, and the Sovereign hesitated—recognizing its own essence in Priam.
Liana raised the shard, its light piercing the chaos. "Now!"
They lunged—Priam toward the Sovereign's maw, Liana toward the Devourer's heart.
But as the blade descended, Lucien materialized, his dagger aimed at Liana's back.
"Sorry, heroes," he whispered. "But this story needs an ending."