“She’ll try to kill me again. And we can’t ever let Herric get his hands on it. You heard what he said: the weaker she gets, the closer he is to the surface.”

He reaches towards me, and I take his hand, clutching it to my chest as I sob.

We didn’t find another way to stop this. In my heart, I hoped, but a part of me knew I’d end up here.

“Lor.” His voice is so soft that it feels on the edge of cracking apart into a million pieces. “I . . .” He trails off because what is there left to say?

I let go of his hand, and clutching the ark, I stand and walk a few paces away to lay it in the snow. I wonder if Tyr has also completed this task. Soon enough, I’ll find out.

Then I back up. I can barely breathe.

I turn to Nadir and throw my arms around him as I cry harder than I ever have in my life. These last few months have been nothing but ups and downs. Heartbreak and joy. The highest highs and the lowest lows. I lost everything only to find everything, and now . . . I might lose it all for good.

“I love you,” I gasp. “No matter what happens once that thing is gone, I love you. No matter where we end up, never forget that.”

“I know,” he says. “I love you too. In this life and the next one. Wherever you go, I’ll find you. No matter what it takes. This can’t be the end.”

“I’m going to miss you so much.” I’m sobbing so hard that my throat and my chest ache. I feel like my insides are spilling out and spreading across the snow in a crimson puddle of loss.

He doesn’t have to say anything else as we cling to one another. He kisses me deeply, and I kiss him back as we pour every shred of love and heartbreak into our embrace. I can’t believe this is the choice I’m being forced to make.

Finally, I pull away, hiccupping on a sob.

“Hold my hand,” I say, and he nods as our fingers weave together. “Don’t let go.”

I try to stop thinking about it. I have no choice. It’s me or Herric. I’ve bought myself a bit of time, but he’ll be back soon enough.

Magic surges to my fingertips as I open my hand and aim it towards the ark. It absorbs my lightning as I filter in a stream of magic so powerful it becomes a thick red beam.

It glows, and I feel the power that lives inside of it. My magic flows into the ark, more and more of it, and then I start to feel it crumbling. Hairline fissures shining from within spread along its surface.