The air cracked.

Not with sound.

Not with thunder.

With power.

Lyla stood at the center of it, her body still humming from the force she had just unleashed.

And the Elders?

For the first time they looked shaken.

Ruvan’s silver eyes narrowed, his fingers flexing as though he could bend reality back into place.

But he couldn’t.

Because Lyla had broken it.

The Forsaken stood behind her, no longer gasping, no longer bound by the Elders' hold.

And Silverwood’s ...