MasukARAHEENShe sat in the interrogator’s chair positioned beside the cell door.Her eyes drifted over Kohina, noting that the seer no longer showed any visible distress. Her hands had fully healed, both through her salamander physiology and the restorative magic of the sylphs. No trace of the horrific Devil Star damage remained.Kohina had been given a simple white dress. Among the sylphs, it was meant to be degrading—a symbolic stripping away of the enemies’ barbarity, replacing it with something the sylphs considered purity and dignity.Lately, the practice had begun to feel strange and wrong to Araheen.Much like many of their customs.“I trust this accommodation is better than the one you recently had,” she said, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her lap.Her eyes roamed around the chamber. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all forged from silver, every surface etched with dense layers of sigils.The
ARAHEEN“The answer is no,” Araheen told Gildeon as they stepped out of the High Council Chamber after reporting the outcome of their mission and presenting the Vulkar’s Rod.Seeing the subtle approval in her father’s eyes had filled her with a quiet sense of satisfaction.Lothair might have been a monster to his enemies—perhaps even a cruel man and father by the standards of lower mortals—but he was still her father. And his approval was something she had spent her entire life striving to earn.She had been in high spirits until Gildeon ruined it by requesting permission to see Kohina—Something she had absolutely no intention of granting.The seer had been confined to a specialized cell within Crescent Tower. Only Araheen herself was permitted to interrogate her. No other sylph was granted access.“You gave your word that I’d be allowed to see my comrades after the raid,” Gildeon reminded her.“I gave my word
GILDEONKohina was slumped in the center of the dark cell. Her head had been shaved clean.He couldn’t believe Old Man had done that to her.Her red dress, strangely, was still intact. Nearly clean, even. But her hands weren’t.Both palms were pinned to the stone floor by two black spheres of thorned growth. Blood pooled beneath them.Devil Star. A desert plant from the eastern wastes. Once its barbed core latched onto living flesh, it burrowed inward and anchored itself. The pod grew heavy—dense as iron—while its thorns drank slowly from the victim’s blood. It would never let go until the body stopped feeding it.For salamanders, whose blood constantly regenerated, the torment could last indefinitely.Pain without a pause or end.This was one of the cruelest punishments for their kind.His fists clenched until the knuckles whitened. If Haemos were still alive, Gildeon would
GILDEONHe suppressed a smile when Araheen pulled her hand away and straightened abruptly.For a brief second, he caught a glimpse of Arah in her—the same flustered reaction she used to have.Araheen cleared her throat.“Our scholars will have many questions for you,” she said, “about why you people came into possession of this… thing.”A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.She turned to her soldiers. “Pack it carefully.”“Yes, Commander.”Gildeon stepped forward to help as they secured the object inside a reinforced silver case. Even then, it took four sylph soldiers to lift the box using the leather straps attached to its sides before hauling it out of the chamber.He mentally shook his head. These sylphs would never have survived the Ancient Beasts Era.Across the room, Araheen and Feviel spoke in low voices. He caught frag
GILDEONThe moment dragged him back to the days when the Old Man forbade him from joining battles outright. Too risky, he’d said. Too many high-ranking sylphs might see his dragon form. So he had stood aside and watched others risk their lives. He resented that even the younglings had been allowed to help in some way.This situation, however, was complicated. If he dropped into that crater now, whose side would he even be fighting on?A handful of sylphs remained behind the lines to watch him instead. Warriors and spellcasters both. Even with the Prisoner Sigil burned into the back of his neck, they weren’t taking chances.Araheen hadn’t bothered with subtlety. Her strategy was simple: strike fast and overwhelm the enemy with numbers. The enemy force was small, their morale already broken. No reinforcements were anywhere close.If it were up to him, he would’ve done the same.Best to end it quickly.
ARAHEENShe went on to explain how, after the two of them had descended to Earthland, Feviel had temporarily taken control of the operation and made several adjustments. The sylphs had been unable to intervene directly without alerting the hunters—or tipping Gildeon off in any way.Instead, Feviel had sent one of his owls to act as his eyes, quietly watching over her from a distance.“Why didn’t he appear sooner?” Gildeon asked. “You were in danger plenty of times.”“You were protecting me, remember?” she replied. “And when you weren’t around, I was capable of defending myself. I also had contingencies in place for situations where the other me came close to dying.”Gildeon considered this. “Like the time you fought Drusden and Zylas?”She nodded. “I awakened inside Arah’s mind. I had to take control to survive.”He picked up another small stone and flicked it toward the Mad End’s Wall. It disintegrated instantly as u
GILDEONHe tightened his grip around Barky’s neck, feeling the tension of muscle and tendon. The dog squirmed, a muffled whimper caught in its throat, and then—crack. Barky’s final breath escaped like air hissing from a punctured tire.It wa
GILDEONDeep down, he was glad. Glad that he’d seen Arah’s face, heard her voice, and kissed her lips—even though it pissed him off that he couldn’t even touch her. The invisible restraints around his wrists and ankles confined his movements to a small radius. They also stopped him from initiating an
ARAHShe relayed to Roselia what needed to happen tonight. The witch sank heavily onto the couch.Roselia’s hands came up, fingers pressing together as she dragged them across her nose and mouth. “Did My Lord say anything more?” she asked. “What will you do if you find the other coven’s already here?
ARAHThe growl softened into a deep grunt, and finally, Barky’s posture eased. He sniffed her hand tentatively, his eyes still wary but calmer. She let out a slow breath of relief as his body relaxed. His nose nudged her fingers, and then, in a quick, fluid motion, his tongue lapped at her hand. She







