The black light remained on the horizon.
Lucien stared at it.
"Nethros."
Seraphina moved closer.
"Are you sure?"
Lyra nodded.
"I can feel him."
The black feather in her hand trembled again.
A faint pulse of darkness traveled through it.
Then a voice whispered:
"Come to the old kingdom."
Lucien's expression hardened.
"Why would he want us there?"
Aster looked toward the distant...