MasukGILDEONKohina 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
GILDEON“I don’t know what happened.”She glared at him. “Liar.”The dagger’s tip pressed deeper beneath his chin, drawing a thin line of blood.“Believe me,” he said, “I’ve no fucking idea why I shadow-walked us here.”Araheen studied him for a long moment, then she pulled the dagger away and released his jaw.He exhaled, lifting a hand to his throat to wipe the blood away. Pushing himself to his feet, he retraced his thoughts to the moment before the void had appeared.Memories of Eitan and Yadira’s torture had flooded him. Thinking about the Shining Keeper had made his emotions flare out of control.Just like the first time he had shadow-walked through Roselia’s fog—Was that the trigger? His anger. His guilt. His regret.“No—no, no!” Araheen’s alarmed voice yanked him back.She hu
GILDEONIt took him a moment to claim his balance on the damned bird. In full dragon form, the air obeyed him. Here, he was forced to trust feathers and leather instead of scale and instinct.The saddle creaked under his weight as the eagle banked. The massive body beneath him flexed with every beat of its wings, dragging his center of gravity half a breath off where it should’ve been.He sat close behind Araheen, thighs locked around the curve of the saddle, boots braced against the straps, fingers wrapped around the leather grips at his sides—at least those were solid and steady beneath his hands.“Do you need me to land first so you can take a break… Dragon?” Araheen asked, a thread of quiet mockery woven through her voice.He huffed a low laugh. “I’m fine,” he said. “Though I’d be far more comfortable if you lifted the Prisoner Sigil and let me shift. Then you could r
Six Months Ago (Part 2.1)GILDEONHe smashed through the metal gates with a deafening roar, turning the garrison entrance into a chaotic mess of stone and steel. Towers crumbled, columns toppled, and bodies were trampled under his feet as he charged ahead.His dragon was hungry for destruction.His sens
Six Months Ago (Part 2.2)GILDEONThe stench of death faded, replaced by the sharp smell of burning electricity. Ghulik squirmed against Gildeon's back, his tiny voice trembling.“What is Master doing? Master is going to Mad End's Wall. Master is already maaad!”The goblin jumped off, but Gildeon didn’t
PresentGILDEONFor days, he'd been waiting for that powerful witch to make another move. So far, no danger had come Arah’s way, which meant one of two things: either they hadn’t traced the sylph magic back to her yet, or they were already aware and were just smart enough to bide their time.With no cl
Long ago, mindless beasts from distant realms breached this world. They were ravenous, draining the air and water, turning the planet into a wasteland.To resolve the crisis, the Shining Keeper, a being from the celestial planes, descended to the mortal realm. The plan was to craft vessels to house s







