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Chapter 32: The Breaking Point
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Lena barely dodged Cassian’s attack, throwing herself to the side as his fist sliced through the air where her head had been just seconds before.No warning. No hesitation.This wasn’t training. This was a test—one she had no intention of failing.She landed in a crouch, her muscles burning, but there was no time to recover. Cassian was on her again, faster than before.His next strike came at her ribs. She twisted away, narrowly avoiding the impact, but before she could counter, he pivoted and slammed his foot toward her side.Lena caught it—barely.The force sent her skidding backwards, her boots scraping against the stone floor.Cassian smirked. “Better.”Lena exhaled sharply. “If this is your idea of control, I think you need a better definition.”He moved again. A blur.Lena barely got her arms up before his fist crashed into her forearm, the impact sending a shockwave through her bones.“You think control means hesitation?” Cassian asked their voice calm despite the relentless a
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Lena lay awake long after the chamber had emptied, her body aching from every hit, every lesson Cassian had drilled into her. The bruises forming beneath her skin were proof of his ruthless teaching, but they were also proof of her progress.She had knocked him down.And he had gotten back up like it was nothing.That thought gnawed at her. If she couldn’t even keep Cassian down for more than a breath, how was she supposed to stand against the real threats waiting beyond these walls?Her fingers curled into the rough fabric of the blanket draped over her cot. The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls, casting restless shadows.She had spent most of her life fighting for scraps of control. Now, she had power—but it was wild, untamed, and terrifying.A knock at the door startled her.Lena sat up, wary. “What?”The door creaked open, and Cassian stepped inside, his violet eyes unreadable in the low light. He didn’t look like the merciless trainer who had thrown her to the gro
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Lena’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the man standing before her. The dim candlelight cast flickering shadows across his face, but there was no mistaking those golden eyes—eyes she had once known as well as her own. Eyes she thought she’d never see again.“Dorian,” she whispered, barely trusting her voice.His name felt foreign on her tongue, like a relic of a past she had buried long ago.Dorian took a step closer, his gaze sharp, scanning her like he was trying to memorize every inch of her. “Lena. Gods, it’s really you.”She stepped back instinctively, heart hammering. “You’re supposed to be dead.”A humourless smile ghosted across his lips. “I get that a lot.”Lena shook her head, trying to piece together the impossible. She had watched him fall. Had seen the blood spill from his wounds. She had mourned him, cursed his name, and carried the guilt of his death for years.And yet, here he was, standing in her room like a ghost made of flesh.“How?” she demanded, voice
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The door creaked open, and Lena’s pulse roared in her ears.Cassian stepped inside, his sharp violet eyes immediately scanning the room. His gaze lingered on her for a fraction of a second, then drifted toward the shadows where Dorian had disappeared.Lena willed her expression to remain neutral, to keep her breath steady, even as her heart hammered wildly. If Cassian noticed something was off, he didn’t say anything—yet.Instead, he leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest. “You weren’t at the training hall.”Lena forced a shrug. “Didn’t realize I was required to show up for a beating first thing in the morning.”Cassian smirked, but there was something colder about it this time. “After last night, I figured you’d want another round. Unless, of course, you’re still licking your wounds.”Lena rolled her eyes, pretending like she wasn’t acutely aware of the figure hiding just beyond Cassian’s sight. “I think I’ll survive.”Cassian tilted his head slightly. “Good.” He
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The moment Selene stepped forward, the battlefield stilled.Her presence was like a storm pressing down on them—powerful, suffocating. The air around her shimmered with restrained magic, the torches casting eerie shadows against the walls of the stronghold.Lena forced herself to stand tall, gripping the hilt of her dagger so tightly that her knuckles turned white.She hadn’t seen Selene in years, but the woman hadn’t changed. If anything, she seemed more dangerous now. Dark hair cascading down her shoulders like ink, piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through Lena, and a confidence that made her presence even more terrifying.Cassian tensed beside her, his blade still drawn, but Lena saw the way his violet eyes darkened with something deeper than just anger. He had known this moment would come—had been waiting for it.Dorian was less composed. His body hummed with tension, golden eyes burning with hatred. “Selene,” he spat, his voice like a growl.Selene merely smirked. “
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The wind howled through the trees as Lena, Cassian, and Dorian pressed forward, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and Selene’s stronghold. But no matter how far they ran, Lena could still feel it—the weight of something shifting in the world around them.Or maybe, the shift was within her.She clenched her fists as the lingering energy hummed under her skin, unsettling and unfamiliar. It wasn’t like Cassian’s fire or Dorian’s raw magic. This was something else, something ancient.And it terrified her.Dorian walked a few paces ahead, his golden eyes scanning their surroundings for danger. He hadn’t spoken much since the battle with the wraiths, but Lena knew he was troubled. Cassian, on the other hand, stayed close to her, as if afraid she might collapse.“I’m fine,” she muttered, breaking the silence.Cassian arched a brow. “You almost passed out back there.”“That was different. I—I wasn’t expecting…” She trailed off, unsure of how to explain what had happened.
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The air inside the Coven’s sanctum was thick with magic, humming in a way that made Lena’s skin prickle. The truth Idris had revealed still echoed in her mind—the last of the Trueborn, the only one who could stand against Selene. It was a destiny she hadn’t chosen, a power she didn’t understand.But there was no more time for doubt.She was here to learn.Lena glanced at Cassian and Dorian. Cassian gave her a nod, his dark eyes steady with unspoken support. Dorian, however, was less composed, his arms crossed as he leaned against one of the stone pillars, his gaze sharp with skepticism.Idris watched them carefully before speaking. “Your training must begin immediately. If Selene is moving, then so must we.”Lena squared her shoulders. “Then show me what I need to do.”Idris gestured for her to follow.They moved through the corridors of the underground sanctum, the walls shifting from stone to something smoother, darker—enchanted. Lena could feel the energy pulsing through it, like t
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The silence that followed Lena’s victory was heavier than any applause. The shattered remnants of the Guardian faded into mist, dissolving into the air like whispers of forgotten power.Lena stood in the center of the chamber, her breath coming fast, her body still thrumming with the echoes of battle. She had won. She had taken hold of her power and used it.But the true weight of what had just happened settled into her bones.She wasn’t the same person who had walked into this room.She wasn’t just Lena anymore.She was something more.Cassian was the first to move. His eyes met hers, dark and unreadable. There was something new there, something like pride—but beneath it, worry still lingered. He had seen the raw force she had unleashed.Dorian, however, wasn’t as reserved. He stepped forward, slowly, his gaze scanning her as if she were an unfamiliar puzzle he had yet to solve. “Well,” he finally said, crossing his arms, “that was dramatic.”Lena let out a breathless, humorless laug
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Lena woke to the scent of burning wood and damp earth. The fire had dimmed, its embers glowing softly in the pre-dawn light. Cassian was still beside her, his arm draped loosely around her shoulders.For the first time in days, she had slept.But the moment of peace was fleeting.A rustling sound came from the edge of camp, followed by hurried footsteps. She sat up just as Idris appeared, his expression grave.“Something’s wrong.”Cassian stirred at her movement, instantly alert. “What is it?”Idris glanced toward the treeline. “Scouts spotted something near the Rift site. Or what’s left of it.”Lena’s stomach tightened. “What do you mean?”Idris hesitated before answering. “They say it’s still there.”Dorian, who had just emerged from his tent, scoffed. “That’s impossible. We shut it down.”Idris nodded grimly. “That’s what I thought, too. But they swear they saw something moving. And there’s… a sound.”Lena was already on her feet. “Take me there.”Cassian rose beside her. “Lena—”“
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The palace doors yawned open, a gaping maw of darkness swallowing the moonlight. A sickly chill crawled over Lena’s skin as she took a step forward, Cassian at her side, his grip tightening around his sword. Dorian and Idris flanked them, their expressions grim.The masked figure didn’t move, their presence as still as a statue. Only their voice carried through the ruined halls, thick with something ancient and knowing.“You can feel it, can’t you?” They tilted their head toward Lena. “The Rift sings for you.”A pulse of energy throbbed beneath her ribs, responding to the call. She clenched her fists, shoving the feeling down. “The only thing I feel is the need to end this.”The figure laughed, a sound that echoed eerily. “End this? Oh, child, you still don’t understand.” They spread their arms, gesturing to the ruined palace. “This was never about war. This was about balance. You’ve tipped the scales, Lena. You think you’ve won just because you made it back?”The shadows along the wa
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The road to the capital was unrecognisable.Once-paved paths had been reduced to crumbling stone, overgrown with wild brambles and scorched earth. Smoke clung to the air, thick and acrid, as distant fires raged. The closer they got, the more Lena could feel it—the Rift’s presence. It pulsed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat, whispering in the back of her mind.Come closer. Come home.She clenched her fists, shoving the voice aside.They moved in silence, the weight of the war hanging over them. Cassian stayed close, his hand brushing against hers whenever the road grew treacherous. Dorian scouted ahead, daggers glinting at his sides, while Idris murmured quiet incantations, sensing for traps.The capital’s walls loomed ahead. Once pristine and towering, they were now lined with jagged cracks, tendrils of dark energy slithering across the stone. The city’s gates had been blasted open, twisted metal barely hanging onto the ruined archway.Lena’s stomach twisted. This isn’t just w
