Evelyn found herself standing atop the palace with Parker's entire family spread out around her—Maya, Tessa, Nyxavere, Zhang Ruoyun, Helena, Annabelle, Noctavine, and others whose names probably filled entire phonebooks.
She looked at them all, these people who somehow felt familiar despite being strangers, but her soul was doing something weird.
Pulsing.
And not the gentle, rhythmic pulsing of a normal soul going about its business. This was raw, violent waves of energy that made the air around her shimmer like heat rising from summer pavement.
Above them, the soul of Ma'at was pulsing too, hovering over the massive statue of Judgment like a golden heartbeat made visible. The two souls were responding to each other, sending out waves of power that made reality itself hold its breath.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
The waves synchronized, growing stronger with each beat.
"One of the Three," Evelyn muttered, the words falling from her lips before she even knew she was speaking.
