As Xanthe approached the throne, a strange energy pulled at her, as though it recognized her. She hesitated before sitting, her body immediately engulfed in warmth. The runes around the room flared to life, and a flood of images filled her mind.
She saw realms—human, supernatural, and others she couldn't name—all connected by a fragile balance. She saw herself, standing in a battlefield, leading werewolves, witches, and humans against an unseen enemy. And she saw Lynam by her side, his power blending with hers to create something unstoppable.
But then the vision shifted. She saw Alex and Michelle, their faces twisted in determination and greed. They manipulated threads of magic they didn't understand, unraveling the balance between realms. She saw Elias, standing in the shadows, his smile cold and calculating as he pulled the strings.
The vision ended abruptly, leaving her gasping for air. She gripped the arms of the throne, her knuckles white.
Lynam was at her side in an instant, his hand on her shoulder. "Xanthe! Are you okay?"
She nodded, her breaths shallow. "I saw… everything. The realms, the war, Elias… he's working with Alex and Michelle to destroy everything. But they don't even know what they're dealing with."
Lynam's jaw tightened. "Then it's worse than I thought. If they meddle with magic they don't understand, they could tear the realms apart."
Xanthe stood, her resolve hardening. "We have to stop them. But first, we need to deal with the cracks in our own foundation."