I glanced around the throne room. It was absolutely trashed, dead bodies scattered around everywhere, those of the dragons, Divines, and Fae too unlucky to have to survived.
“Rayna, do what you want to do,” Zilon said, resting his hand supportively on my lower back.
‘We will follow your lead,’ Philit said.
I took comfort in them, letting them steel my resolve as I tried to wrap my head around what was going on.
I bit my lip, not knowing what to do first. There felt like there was too much to be done, yet nothing to do. Again, I felt inwardly all the tiny connections in my chest. I tugged on one, thinking it belonged to Tanja.
She gasped, rubbing at her chest, still staring at me but not saying anything, even as her mate whispered something in her ears.
I was directly linked to all of them. Not in the same way I was with my mates, but it was there, waiting for me to do what I wanted with it. Instinctively, I knew if I wanted to end their lives, I could simply will it through our bonds.
That thought scared me more than anything else.
I drew in a deep breath, let my thoughts settle, and realized this was the prophecy all along. Yes, I was the key to ending the war, and I was the key to leading the dragons and Divines into a new age where we were going to be stronger than ever.
More equal than ever.
While the clash with the Fae had been deadly, and Neyil was powerful, I also knew I was stronger than he was, and I had the ability to make those on my side stronger too. I’d show them the true bond of a dragon and Divine. I’d use the knowledge Neyil had cockily shared with me and pass it on to all the Divines. I was going to empower them, show them who they could truly be.
Show them that being a Divine didn’t mean being weak. It meant being strong. And stronger even with their mate at their sides, just like how Philit, Zilon, and Landers strengthened me.
This queen was going to become a force Neyil should have never messed with.