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Chapter 36: The Storm Within
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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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The corridor beyond the marble doorway pulsed with ancient magic, the runes along its walls glowing faintly as Lena, Cassian, Dorian, and Idris rushed through. The air was thick with tension, the weight of Selene’s presence pressing down on them like a storm about to break.Lena’s breath came fast, her chest still aching from the Oath’s mark. Selene’s voice still echoed in her head—cold, taunting, a promise of destruction.“We need to move faster,” Idris urged, glancing back. “She’s trying to anchor herself here. If she does, there won’t be a safe way out.”“Then what the hell are we running toward?” Dorian shot back. “Because I’d love to know the plan before we get obliterated.”“We regroup at the sanctum’s edge,” Idris said. “From there, we can move through the Shadow Veil—”The walls shook.A high-pitched screech ripped through the corridor, unnatural and grating. Lena’s blood ran cold.“She’s already breaking through,” Cassian muttered, drawing his sword.Lena felt it too. The mag
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Silence hung in the sanctum, thick with tension. The swirling silver mist of the Shadow Veil crackled behind the warrior as he stepped forward, the firelight from his blade casting flickering shadows against the dark stone walls.Selene stood rigid, her violet eyes locked onto him, her confidence momentarily shattered.Lena barely dared to breathe.The warrior’s presence was otherworldly. Magic rolled off him in waves, an ancient power that seemed to hum in tune with the sanctum itself. His armour—black with silver etchings—was unlike anything Lena had ever seen. And the blade in his grip… it burned with an unearthly golden fire, its heat tangible even from where she stood.Selene’s lips parted, her voice a whisper.“You shouldn’t exist.”The warrior tilted his head, his helm gleaming in the dim light. “And yet, here I stand.”Lena’s pulse pounded in her ears. Who was he? How did he know Selene? And why did she, the unshakable Shadow Queen, look afraid?Selene recovered quickly, her e
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Lena awoke to the sensation of weightlessness.Her body drifted, caught between currents of golden fire and endless shadow. The air was thick—charged with magic—yet there was no ground, no sky. Just the strange, shifting void that surrounded her.Panic clawed at her chest. Where was she? Where were the others?She turned sharply, searching—And there, not far from her, Cassian floated, his dark cloak rippling in the unseen winds. His sword was still clutched tightly in his grasp, the silver blade reflecting the strange, flickering glow around them.“Cassian!” Lena called out, but her voice barely carried. It was swallowed by the void, dissipating as if the space itself refused to sound.Cassian’s eyes snapped open, and he immediately twisted in midair, reaching for her.Their hands met, fingers locking.The moment their skin touched, a shockwave rippled outward—light and darkness colliding in a crackling burst.A deep rumble echoed from somewhere in the abyss.Lena flinched as the spa
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The sanctum’s ruins stood silent, yet the air crackled with the tension of an impending storm.Lena’s heart pounded against her ribs as she locked eyes with Selene.The Shadow Queen was battered, her silver hair streaked with blood, and her dark armour cracked from the earlier battle. But the power rolling off her was still suffocating. The Rift had wounded her, but it hadn’t broken her.And the way she looked at them now—Pure, unrestrained fury.“Miss me?” Selene’s voice was smooth, almost amused, but there was a darkness beneath it. A promise of retribution.Cassian stepped forward, his silver sword gleaming in the fractured light. “You lost, Selene.” His voice was calm, but his stance was rigid, ready. “Stand down.”Selene chuckled—a low, unsettling sound. “Lost?” She tilted her head, her violet eyes flashing. “You think this is over?”Dark energy crackled at her fingertips, the air bending and warping around her.Lena’s fingers twitched toward her own blade. “We sent you through
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Darkness swallowed Lena whole.It was not the absence of light nor a void of colour—it was something deeper. A darkness that pulsed, that breathed. It wrapped around her like unseen tendrils, curling into her thoughts, whispering in a language she almost understood.She didn’t know if she was standing, falling, or floating.She only knew one thing.She was not alone.A presence lingered in the abyss with her. It was vast, endless—a force that stretched beyond the confines of reality.And it was watching her.Let me in.The voice—neither male nor female, neither kind nor cruel—echoed through her mind, sending tremors through her very soul.Lena gasped, forcing herself to move, to struggle. But there was no ground beneath her, no direction in which to flee.The Rift had claimed her.And it was hungry.She clenched her fists, willing herself to fight back.“I don’t belong to you,” she growled.A sound—low and amused—rippled through the darkness.Don’t you?Lena’s pulse pounded in her ear
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The night pressed against them, thick and unnerving.Lena’s breath misted in the cold air as she stood among the ruins of the sanctum, her pulse still hammering from their escape. The Rift’s whisper clung to her skin like an unseen brand, a haunting presence she couldn’t shake.She turned to Cassian. He was rigid, his silver sword still unsheathed, his jaw set in a way that told her he felt it too.The Rift had left its mark.And it wasn’t done with them.Dorian exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “We need to move. Staying here feels like a really bad idea.”Idris, still drained from holding Selene’s containment spell, nodded. “The Rift’s energy is still lingering. We don’t know what it might trigger if we stay too long.”Cassian finally sheathed his sword. “We regroup at the Hollow Keep. We need answers.”Lena swallowed hard and gave a small nod. The Hollow Keep—an ancient stronghold untouched by most. If there was any place to figure out what had happened to them, it was
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The silence after Selene’s words was suffocating.Lena felt the weight of her gaze like a curse, an echo of the Rift still pulsing in her veins.The sanctum around them was barely standing, the ancient stone walls cracked and crumbling, bathed in the dim glow of Idris’s golden sigils. The air was thick with lingering magic, both light and dark, pressing against her skin.She could still hear the whisper of the Rift in her mind, a faint, humming presence—like it was waiting. Watching.We are not free.Cassian stood rigid beside her, his silver sword still raised. The flickering light caught on his armour, but it did nothing to mask the tension in his stance.He felt it, too.Lena swallowed hard. “What do you mean the Rift isn’t finished with us?”Selene’s smile was slow, deliberate. “You touched it, little one.” Her violet eyes gleamed. “And the Rift does not forget its own.”Lena’s pulse hammered.Dorian scoffed, daggers still clutched in his hands. “Right. Because you’re such a relia
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Lena awoke to the sensation of weightlessness.Her body drifted, caught between currents of golden fire and endless shadow. The air was thick—charged with magic—yet there was no ground, no sky. Just the strange, shifting void that surrounded her.Panic clawed at her chest. Where was she? Where were the others?She turned sharply, searching—And there, not far from her, Cassian floated, his dark cloak rippling in the unseen winds. His sword was still clutched tightly in his grasp, the silver blade reflecting the strange, flickering glow around them.“Cassian!” Lena called out, but her voice barely carried. It was swallowed by the void, dissipating as if the space itself refused to sound.Cassian’s eyes snapped open, and he immediately twisted in midair, reaching for her.Their hands met, fingers locking.The moment their skin touched, a shockwave rippled outward—light and darkness colliding in a crackling burst.A deep rumble echoed from somewhere in the abyss.Lena flinched as the spa
