The white light on the horizon grew brighter.
Everyone stared at it.
Even the shadows that surrounded them began retreating.
Lucien tightened his grip on the Blade of Dawn.
"She's coming."
Nethros shook his head.
"No."
Seraphina looked at him.
"What?"
"She's already here."
A cold wind swept through the forest.
The white light suddenly appeared in front of them.
A woman...