The First Gate stood open.
Beyond it was not darkness.
It was light.
Endless, blinding light that seemed to stretch beyond the limits of the world.
Lucien stood before it with his sword drawn.
Seraphina remained beside him.
Lyra stared at the doorway, her face pale.
Nethros looked uneasy.
Even Caelan seemed afraid.
The Keeper was the only one...