Chapter 88: The Triad Strike
The canyon hummed with power.
It was a chaotic symphony. The deep bass of Victor’s gravity. The high soprano of Lyra’s light. And the steady rhythm of my own Moon Blessed fire.
We stood on the edge of the Rift. The green tear in the earth was pulsing violently. It sensed its end.
"It will fight back," Victor warned. He held my hand tight. His skin was still freezing but he was present. The black void had retreated to the corners of his eyes.
"We are stronger," I said.
I looked up at the cliff.
Lyra stood there like a beacon. She was not a baby anymore in this moment. She was a conduit for the stars.
"Together," Victor said.
He reached out with his free hand toward the Rift.
I reached out with mine.
Lyra extended her tiny hands from the cliff edge.
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