Magic, Mayhem, and My Misplaced Soulmate

Previously

…It was a vision of a ritual, of a pact, of a prophecy not foretold, but created to enslave. The Oracle’s power, Lyra now understood, was not the source of the prophecy, but its prisoner, forever bound to sustain the discord. The weight of this revelation settled upon them. The war was not a matter of fate, but of deliberate, ancient manipulation. And Theron, with his dark rituals and his insatiable ambition, was merely the latest puppet master, seeking to control the strings of a centuries-old deception. Their fated bond, the very thing meant to divide them, was now their only hope of breaking free.