Chapter 47: Unholy Alliance
Jace reached the graveyard as the first headstones began to glow with sickly green light. The old burial ground stretched before him like a field of nightmares, each grave marker pulsing with dark energy. "Too late," he whispered, watching Celeste stand at the middle of the oldest graves. She held Talia above a stone shrine, the young seer's blood dripping onto carved symbols that flared to life.
