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The Ninefold Spire was never meant to shake. Yet as the Concord of Nine stood around the experimental summoning circle, the entire tower groaned beneath their feet. “Shut it down!” someone shouted. Too late. The circle erupted in white light. Caedren raised an arm against the blast as windows shattered throughout the chamber. Then, suddenly, everything went silent. A woman stood barefoot at the center of the ruined circle. Tall. Pale. Ash-grey hair fell nearly to her calves, and completely white eyes stared around the unfamiliar chamber. Ayla blinked. “This isn't home.” Caedren's hand moved toward his weapon. Then something enormous growled behind her. Golden light flooded through the broken windows as a colossal white dragon appeared beyond the Spire. Another roar followed. The sky darkened. An equally massive black dragon emerged from the collapsing portal, crimson eyes fixed upon the nine people surrounding their daughter. Ayla looked over her shoulder. “Karzul, don't eat anyone.” The dragon's growl deepened. She sighed. “Please?” For the first time in centuries, the Concord of Nine had absolutely no idea what to do.