Morning never came. The sun rose only halfway, then dimmed to a dull gray. Lyra felt the fire‑mark on her wrist pulse painfully. Rowan ran to her house, breathless. “Lyra… the Hollow King has broken free.” The world felt like it was holding its breath.

Aeralune soared from the sky in a burst of silver light. Elarin stepped from the forest, leaves swirling around her. Solin, the starlit wolf, padded forward silently. The Ember Queen rose from a pillar of flame. Four Guardians stood together at last—yet something was missing.

“The fifth Guardian,” Aeralune said. “The one who vanished.”

Lyra felt the mark on her wrist burn brighter.