LOGINGILDEONNone 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
GILDEONHis breath stilled. All pain and exhaustion suddenly receded to the back of his mind. It felt like centuries since the last time he’d seen her.Two guards trailed behind Araheen. She turned her head slightly toward them and lifted a hand.“I’ll take it from here,” she said. “You can go now.”“But Lady Commander,” one protested, “the Vice Commander ordered us not to leave you alone with the prisoner.”Gildeon huffed quietly under his breath, finding grim satisfaction in the fact that Feviel—even as a sylph—did not trust his own wife to face him alone.“And my command to both of you is to leave,” Araheen said firmly. “Am I not clear enough?”The guards bowed immediately. “Forgive us, Lady Commander,” they said in unison. “We will be right outside.”When the doors shut, silence settled he
GILDEONAraheen killed Nalini.It shouldn’t have shocked him. He knew nothing about Araheen beyond the girl she used to be—the innocent child who had been feisty and stubborn but hadn’t yet learned how to hurt anyone.But that girl had grown. She had been raised among beings who treated emotion like a disease.A weakness to be cut out.And maybe the shock was more a refusal to accept that she had become another version of her father.Cruel. Methodical. Merciless.Through the haze of pain, he remembered something Nalini once told him when they were young. A dream. She’d dreamed of a woman unlike them pressing a blade to her throat.His gaze lowered to the blood-slick floor.So it had been a premonition. Nalini had foreseen her own death.Ironic that it had come by Araheen’s hand.“I am curious about one thing, Dragon,” Lothair said, dragging him from







