The three Lights rose higher.
Gold.
Silver.
White.
They circled one another above Lucien, Seraphina, and Lyra.
The entire fortress fell silent.
Even the sea stopped moving.
The Mother of Darkness stared at the lights.
"No..."
The Balance watched quietly.
"It has begun."
Lucien looked upward.
"What exactly is happening?"
The Balance answered,
"The power that your ancestors divided is becoming whole again."
Seraphina frowned.
"And...