e whispers in her mind felt more insistent than ever. Seeking guidance, Lyra turned to the town's reclusive Shadow W

ing darkness, as if the shadows themselves were watching her. Inside, Arachne revealed that she had been expecting Lyra

d, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. "But be warned, Lyra: the

r veins, as if the shadows themselves were awakening within her. But as she began to weave

estral magic. It also raises the stakes, hinting at the dangers of