They reached the Field of Forgotten Thrones—a graveyard for gods who had failed.
There, they built a sanctuary of memory.
Wards. Magic. Blood. Void.
And love.
That night, Liss told Thessaly everything.
The mirror. The seal. The cage. The prison.
The fact that she was not just a hybrid… but a mistake the gods needed to bury.
"They made me to hold something worse," she said.
"They built me like a cage. And locked it inside."
"You're not a cage," Thessaly replied.
"You're a girl who still blushes when I kiss your hand."
"What if I become something else?"
"Then I'll fight fate itself to keep you mine."
And that night…
they held each other.
Not to survive.
But because in a world full of gods—
Their love was the only real thing left.