LOGINGILDEONThe end of the world had begun by the time he and Araheen stepped out of the Shining Keeper’s domain.Shamibar met them in ruin.Breaches hung open across the land like fresh wounds in the world, and beasts kept pouring out of them in numbers too great to count. There was no rhythm to it. No sign of slowing. Just a steady flood of teeth, claws, hide, and hunger. Sylphs and salamanders had been forced to stop tearing at each other long enough to fight the things trying to swallow them all.The air reeked of carrion, spoiled flesh, and old magic ripped wide open. Even for his kind—who had been raised amid the stinks of the ancient beasts—it was enough to make the gut tighten. All around them rolled the sounds of the creatures: deep, ancient bellows, wet snarls, bone-thin shrieks, jaws clacking like stones in a grave. The noise crawled beneath the skin and settled in the blood.Araheen’s grip tightened
NARRATOR’S POVThe wound in the fabric of the world pulsed at the center of the crater, a black tear that throbbed like something alive. Around it, the earth had caved in, forming a wide basin of broken stone and loose dirt. Dense forest ringed the crater on all sides, dark and still, its trees packed so tightly they looked like a wall.The elder witches who had tried to seal the breach lay scattered across the ground where they had fallen. Their mouths hung open. Their bodies were shriveled and dry, skin pulled tight over bone. Their eye sockets were empty. Their limbs had stiffened into bent, twisted angles.Yonah sat at the crater’s edge, cross-legged, his back straight, his eyes closed, his white hair shifting in the wind. He was deep in a trance, waiting.Then the cold reached him.It started in his core, frosting upward into his chest until his whole body went numb. Fine grains of ice seemed to gather over his ski
GILDEONHe’d already braced himself for the truth that his real mother might be a High Immortal—one of the first companions shaped at the dawn of time. But this was way beyond anything he could’ve ever imagined.The realization came down hard and clean, like a blade laid flat against the back of his neck. Not confusion. Not wonder. Just the cold, ugly weight of knowing he should’ve seen it sooner.His gaze dragged over her golden scales, the claws, the old power sitting beneath her skin like banked fire, and disgust curled in his gut.At himself.“You’re the Dragon Queen,” he muttered.The words came out low, rough with disbelief and irritation.The Shining Keeper turned toward them. At once, her body shifted.Shinier golden scales spread over her skin and hardened, bright and dense like forged plates, each one throwing off its own light. Wings burst from her back&mdash
ARAHEENThe tea hit her tongue with honey, smoke, flowers, and something sharper beneath it, something bright enough to feel dangerous. It went down hot. For a moment, it felt like she had swallowed a strip of sunlight.Then the weight left her body.The room vanished. She drifted in the cosmic sprawl around her, light and sound spread wide in every direction. She couldn’t feel Gildeon beside her anymore, but she knew he was there. She knew he was being dragged through the same thing.Ahead of her hung a sphere of white light. Not a star, but a gateway. It stirred the same memory as the Dark Plane portal she had seen through her mother’s eyes, but this one carried no threat. There was no cold nor dread. It pulled instead.Araheen moved toward it, and as soon as she passed through, knowledge crashed over her all at once.Color. Light. Shape. Sound. Taste. Scent. Touch. Everything slammed into her in one brutal rus
ARAHEENSilence settled over them like a weight. She found herself reaching for Gildeon’s arm, her fingers resting against the heat of his hide. It was a small thing, but it said what words couldn’t: he wasn’t alone in this. She felt the fury in him, hard and banked hot beneath the skin, and she understood it. After what had been done to his people—after everything the Divine Command had taken from them—how could he face the being who had started it all and feel anything but rage?The Shining Keeper said nothing as she moved toward the gazebo. She was slight, elegant, but there was nothing soft about her. She carried herself like something that knew it could kill without effort—a viper-like being stripped down to a woman’s shape. A golden vase filled with flowers appeared in her clawed hands as if the world itself had placed it there for her. She set it on the table with a muted thud.Then she sat across
GILDEONSomething hit him in the chest the moment he stood face to face with the Shining Keeper. It was sharp and deep, like a buried hook dragged through old flesh. Not fear. Not awe. Something older than that. Something that knew her before his mind could name why.The seers had never given a proper description of her. They always said she rarely showed them her true form. But now he was looking at her as she was—flesh, scale, presence—and the sight of her settled into him in a strangely familiar way.He didn’t know what kind of fool had made him think he could walk into her domain and kill her cleanly. He had narrowed himself down to one purpose and called it certainty. Every step of his plan had felt inevitable.Now he was trapped in her snare, unable to move.And worse, he had dragged Araheen into it with him.“You bear many questions,” the Shining Keeper said, her lips still unmoving. &ldq
ARAHHer mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe Gildeon’s reaction. For a moment, she was so stunned it felt like a complete stranger was staring back at her.A stranger who saw her not as a lover, but as a threat. An enemy.Had she really gone that far? Was Gildeon now willing to stand against her—
ARAHHer eyes fluttered open, and she grimaced as a throbbing pain pulsed behind her temples. Her fingers instinctively rose to press against her forehead. Every muscle in her body ached, like she’d been tossed into a blender and spun on high. Fortunately, she could alread
ARAHStepping out of the shower, she found Gildeon sitting on the bed, flipping through one of Roselia’s grimoires. She paused in the doorway, towel in hand, as she rubbed at her damp hair, quietly watching him. He was so focused on reading, she doubted he even noticed she
ARAHThe stubborn part of her wanted to stay in the house, no matter what Gildeon had said. But she didn’t want to look pathetic… lingering where she clearly wasn’t wanted.Gildeon just made her feel like she didn’t belong anymore, and she had no idea what was going







