The tiny black eye opened.
Everyone froze.
The broken shard of the Crimson Core lay on the floor, trembling.
Boom.
Another heartbeat echoed through the throne room.
Lucien stepped in front of Seraphina and Lyra.
"Nobody touch it."
Caelan stared at the shard.
His face had gone completely pale.
"It's awake."
Nethros tightened his grip on his weapon.
"What is it?"
Caelan...