Inside the Cathedral archives, Silver Eyes uncovered sealed texts.
The eclipse was not a natural phenomenon.
It was a prison.
And the Shadow Lords were keys.
"The Devourer…" she whispered.
"He isn't meant to rule them."
The hunter stepped closer.
"Then what is he meant to do?"
She swallowed.
"He's meant to consume them all."
Silence.
"And then?" he asked.
Her silver eyes trembled.
"Then the prison breaks."
Far away—
The eclipse pulsed like a heartbeat.
And something inside it shifted.