Tiberius‘ pov.

The moment the valley accepted Arius’s bargain, the world began to come apart.

Cracks spidered through the air like ice under a boot. Stone groaned. Roots tore free with a sound like a hundred throats ripping at once. The sky itself looked wrong—too bright, then too dark, as if the sun couldn’t decide whether to stay or flee.

“Move!” Dorian barked, command ringing like steel on shield. “Everyone out, now.”

We ran.

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