LOGINARAHEENShe had not been informed of this.The High Council intended to keep some of the salamanders alive? For what purpose? Enslaving them would bring the sylphs no real advantage, and she could not imagine the Shining Keeper altering the parameters of the Divine Command.The entire purpose of the sylphs’ existence was to eradicate the barbarian race and become the sole guardians of the lower mortals.She leaned toward Feviel. “Did you know about this?”He inclined his head closer. “This is news to me as well, Araheen.”She figured the High Council must have agreed upon it shortly before this assembly. Still, she found herself sharing Gildeon’s question.Had this truly come from the Shining Keeper?“Let us return to the important matter at hand,” Lord Erminius said as he clasped his hands upon the table. “Now that we have presented our end of the bargain,
GILDEONSo this was the High Council.His comrades had often bet on what their assembly chamber looked like. As expected, it was just as ornate as the halls of the lower mortals, perhaps more.A wide chamber stretched around him, its marble floor polished to a mirror sheen, silver walls carved with shifting sigils. Crystal columns speared up toward a high-domed ceiling where bird-shaped markings seemed to stir and glide when he blinked. White orbs floated overhead, flooding the room with cold, steady light.A massive golden table curved in a half-circle before him, taking up most of the space. Nine high-backed seats rose behind it, the tallest at the center—General Lothair’s throne.Most of the High Council looked as old as he had expected. He recognized a few faces from the battlefields long ago. Behind them, additional seats held other high-ranking officers—layers of rank and age.What he hadn’t exp
GILDEONNone of this was fucking fair.His body had finished regenerating days ago. Flesh knit clean. Bruises gone. Bones whole. The slow, dragging ache in his chest had faded into a steady rhythm.He was restored—except for the enchanted restraints still binding his power.Meanwhile, Eitan and Yadira lay sprawled on the floor in front of him, half-conscious. Fresh blood mixed with old, soaking into their hair, torn clothes, and staining the floor around them. Limbs that had been torn off and regrown several times left ghost scars along their skin. They both had missing fingers and toes, their claws either broken to jagged stumps or plucked clean from the root.Eitan had cracked ribs along his side. Yadira’s torso was a map of puncture wounds, some closed, some still leaking.It wasn’t fair that he could draw a full breath while theirs came shallow and rough.But that was the point. He’d figure
ARAHEENThere was no response.She gave a slight nod to the guards. For the next hour, they used more enchanted instruments to fracture bone, tear muscle, and crush joints. The dull crack of impact echoed through the room. Steam hissed from the salamanders’ skin as their bodies attempted—and failed—to shift into defensive form. The sigils suppressed every instinct.More cries. More broken groans.The chains held them upright even as their strength faltered.After some time, Araheen rose from her seat.“Keep them here for as long as it takes,” she instructed. “Do not stop until the Dragon submits.”“Yes, Lady Commander,” the guards said.She cast one final look at Gildeon.He was fighting his own agony in silence, jaw rigid, toes slowly regenerating where they had been severed. Fury and torment warred in his eyes, but he said nothing more.Arahe
ARAHEENShe had lost control, if only for a moment.How had she allowed him to provoke her so easily?Before entering the chamber, she had disciplined herself. She had locked her emotions away, sealed them behind iron resolve, and sworn not to be swayed.Seeing Gildeon in such a battered state had twisted something low in her stomach. But she had forced herself to recover. To see him not as Gildeon, but as an enemy. A weapon. An asset to be used in war.And yet she had indulged him. She had answered his questions when she did not need to. She had convinced herself he deserved to know the full truth.She should have anticipated that the past would surface—their first meeting, the deaths of her siblings... What she had not accounted for was the fury still coiled inside her. When he had asked for forgiveness, it had burst free before she could contain it.Part of her had hoped he would meet her with hatred. That he
GILDEON“Surveillance?” he repeated, scowling. “You’re telling me the sylphs knew where I was all along?”“I’m the only one who knew.”His eyes questioned her.“After the Oracles foresaw the catastrophe you were destined to unleash, they summoned me privately. They revealed that any attempt to capture or kill you prematurely would fail,” she explained at length. “Worse—it would drive you toward fulfilling the prophecy without opposition. They told me the only path to stopping you… was to allow your Awakening. And that I would be part of it.”He’d heard about this prophecy countless times, yet it still didn’t make any fucking sense to him. He didn’t fully buy into it.There had been a moment back in Earthland when he’d used it to justify turning his back on his original plan, but hearing the sylphs speak of it as if it







