LOGINGILDEONHis father stepped toward them. “I met Ghulik here in the Dark Plane.”Gildeon’s questioning gaze snapped to the goblin.“Ghulik came from another dimension,” he said, ducking his head slightly. “As Master already knows.”“Yes,” Gildeon replied. “You told me you fell through a portal by accident and ended up in Earthland in ancient times.”He remembered their first meeting well enough. A cave in Shamibar. The war between salamanders and sylphs was still in its infancy. At first, he’d thought Ghulik was one of the last beastlings left alive. Later, he discovered that no one else could see or hear the goblin. He then realized he was a supernatural creature from another world.Back then, Ghulik had said he couldn’t remember how he’d ended up in Shamibar after escaping a life of servitude to witches in Earthland. Gildeon had guessed some
GILDEONHe remembered what Yonah had told him: once he recovered the dagger, the path into the Shining Keeper’s domain would reveal itself.The Fallen Immortal had given him nothing else. No map. No warning. Just that the chance would come when it came.Standing here now, Gildeon had to wonder if Yonah had seen all of this coming.“How do I get there?”His father turned and motioned for him to follow.Gildeon threw one last glance at the shifting projection on the wall. His eyes searched for Araheen. He didn’t see her. Relief came fast and sharp. Kohina and the others were missing too. That told him enough. They were likely together somewhere, trying to stop their people from gutting each other before there was anything left to save.That might buy him time to end this once and for all.The passage tightened as they moved. The walls folded inward until it felt less like a corridor and mo
GILDEONHe stopped dead.Seeing his father was the last thing he had expected when he stepped into the Dark Plane. For a second, his mind refused to take it in.“How?” he asked, the word rough in his throat. “Are you real?”Then the realization hit him. Back then, Daego had never truly returned from the Dark Plane. He and the thing that had worn his shape had only been sealed inside it.“I am, son.”That single word landed harder than any blow. Son. Daego smiled, and something in Gildeon’s chest gave way. For a moment, he was a child again.“Are you alive?”Daego shook his head once. “Not as a mortal lives in the breathing world,” he said. “I’m a spirit now. The plane took me in. I became part of it.”Gildeon’s mouth tightened. His lips trembled despite himself. “You know it’s me?”Daego ste
GILDEONHe didn’t wait to watch the situation turn worse. He shifted at once, flesh and bone cracking wide into his full dragon beast form, and went straight for Garud. He meant to kill it. Yonah’s dagger was in that thing’s body, and he would stop at nothing to take it.He hit Garud hard enough to shake the ruins.His jaws closed around the creature’s side with a wet, splintering crunch, and the force of it drove them both through the half-broken spine of the citadel. The air filled with the scream of shearing metal, the roar of breaking rock, and Garud’s shrill, furious cry as Gildeon dragged it through what little was still standing.Garud fought like a trapped beast. Its great wings beat once, twice, then the feathers changed. Each one hardened into steel with a ringing, murderous sound. A storm of them slammed into Gildeon’s hide. Some skidded off his scales. Some punched in between them. A few dro
ARAHEENHer mother had warned her about this. If Zephyr ever forced his way through the sigil, there was only one measure left. It would cost her. She had prayed she would never have to pay it.But right now, there was no other choice.She drew the sigil needle and cut it across the mark hidden on her forearm. The air around her turned sharp and bitter, cold rising fast enough to sting her lungs. Her Awakened core shuddered inside her, then broke loose in violent pulses. Ribbons of teal light tore out of her body in hard, whipping bursts and shot toward Zephyr. They wrapped him from throat to ankle, binding his arms, his chest, his legs, locking him in place like chains forged from raw will.Zephyr’s indigo eyes lit up. His face pulled tight with strain, every line in it hard and furious. Indigo fire bled across his skin as power surged off him in waves, battering against her restraints. He tried to tear through them by force.
ARAHEENThe girl could not have been older than six or seven.Her being here still made no sense to Araheen, though at this point the whole operation had become strange enough that she should have stopped expecting sense from it.“Where’s Zephyr?” she asked.“I can’t let you hurt him.”The child stood her ground when she said it. Small body. Steady eyes. No fear in the words.“Why?” Araheen asked. “Who is he to you?”The girl said nothing.Araheen stepped closer and crouched in front of her. “Little girl, I don’t know who you are, but Zephyr is dangerous,” she explained. “He means to hurt people. He means to tear apart the balance of the natural world. I’m here to stop him.”The girl tipped her head. “He isn’t a bad person.”“How can you say that?”“I know it.&
ARAHTonight, she just wanted to drown her frustrations in something strong, to let the burn wash them away. But it had been almost an hour, and still, there was no sign of her friends. She grabbed her phone and called Cora first. Her shoulders slumped when she heard Cora had to bail—something about
ARAHThe next morning, she wasted no time. After ensuring Gildeon was at school, she drove straight to La Calma. With each mile closer to the cabin, her heartbeat quickened, drumming louder in her chest. Agent Durante’s suspicions might just be grasping at straws, but a gnawing thought lingered: what
ARAHHer head felt foggy, but his words cut through the haze. ‘Do I love him?’ The question echoed in her mind.“I wouldn’t have married him if I didn’t, right?” she replied with a forced grin, reaching for the bottle and taking a quick, desperate gulp.“I’m asking about how you feel now,” Jeric said,
ARAHShe woke up soaked in sweat and tears, her skull pounding as if it might split open. Was this just a hangover? What about the deep, lingering ache in her chest?The dream she’d just had was too intense—her sobbing, shaking, screaming at Gildeon in fury. Maybe it was just her subconscious replayin







