Where Fates Collide and Souls Ignite

Previously

…“You won’t get away with this,” Anya declared, stepping out from behind the pillar, Lina at her side, her dagger held steady. Silas’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with anticipation. “Oh, but I will. And you, my dear Anya, will be the first to witness my ascension.” He raised a hand, and the two fragments on the dais pulsed violently, the air crackling with raw, unstable energy. The desert wind began to howl, not with the natural fury of a storm, but with a malevolent, directed force. The shadow’s reach had become undeniable, and it was closing in.