Alan remained slumped against the cold stone wall, catching his breath, a faint chuckle escaping his lips despite the bruising around his throat. Even in his weakened state, he still had control. Not over his own fate—but over them.He knew they were struggling.Magnus was trembling beside Frederick, his hands flexing and unflexing as though trying to shake off the sensation of nearly crushing Alan’s windpipe. His breathing was uneven, and when Frederick turned to look at him, he saw the cracks spreading.The darkness in him wasn’t fading.It was growing.Alan had seen it too.“That,” Alan rasped, his voice raw, “was almost beautiful.” He tilted his head toward Magnus. “You felt it, didn’t you? How good it felt? Just for a second, you let go. You let it take you. Imagine what you could do if you stopped fighting it.”Frederick moved.Before he could think, before Alan could even react, Frederick grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against the wall.“Shut. Up.” His voice was
Alan smirked, unfazed. “Finally,” he murmured, watching Frederick with something almost like amusement. “You’re ready to play your part.”Frederick ignored him. His attention was on Magnus.Magnus was still shaking, his breaths uneven, his muscles tense like he was fighting off an unseen force. The darkness hadn’t left him—it was waiting. Lurking beneath the surface, hungry.Frederick’s gut twisted. If he didn’t act soon, if Magnus lost control again, there was no telling what he’d do.Astrid moved closer to Frederick, her fingers brushing his arm. “Freddie,” she whispered, her voice low but urgent. “This is getting worse. We need to do something.”He knew she was right. But the weight of the decision pressed down on him like chains.He turned back to Alan, his jaw tight. “Tell me how to stop this.”Alan let out a dry chuckle. “You already know the answer.”“Say it,” Frederick snapped.Alan’s grin widened. “Kill me.”The words hung in the air like poison.Silence stretched between the
Footsteps echoed down the stone corridor.Derek.He arrived just as Magnus collapsed, his sword drawn, his face set in grim determination. His eyes darted between Magnus’s motionless form, Aria clutching her throat, and Alan—grinning like a devil in his cage.“What the hell happened?” Derek demanded, his voice sharp, filled with barely contained fury. He rushed to Aria’s side, gently cupping her chin, tilting her face up to inspect the bruising on her throat. His touch was tender, but the rage simmering beneath his skin was unmistakable.“Magnus lost control,” Frederick said, still kneeling beside his fallen friend. “It’s getting worse.”Derek’s gaze flicked to Magnus. “And you still haven’t done what needs to be done?”“It’s not that simple!” Frederick shot back, his own frustration boiling over. “Killing Alan might stop this, but what if it doesn’t? What if there’s something we’re missing?”“How many more times are we going to risk it?” Derek snapped. “What happens when it’s Elizabe
The room was unraveling around them. The stone walls trembled, dust and loose rock spilling from the ceiling as Magnus convulsed on the floor, his body wracked with agony. The darkness inside him was no longer creeping—it was consuming.Frederick had seen Magnus endure pain before. Had seen him bleed, had seen him wounded. But never like this. Never this helpless, this lost.The sickening realization settled deep in his gut—Magnus wouldn’t survive much longer.“Frederick!” Derek’s voice snapped him out of it. “We have to move, now!”Frederick looked up, barely catching Aria stumbling back into Derek’s arms. The magic Magnus was releasing pulsed wildly, lashing out like a living thing. The torches along the walls burst with unnatural blue flames, casting eerie, flickering light over Alan’s smirking face.“Do you see it now?” Alan murmured, barely audible over the chaos. “You’re already too late.”Frederick snapped.He lunged, slamming Alan against the stone wall with a force that made
Silence stretched through the ruined dungeon, thick and suffocating. Dust swirled in the air, illuminated by the flickering blue flames still clinging stubbornly to the broken walls.Frederick coughed, shaking off the daze from the blast. He felt Astrid’s hands on him, her grip firm, grounding him. Derek was already helping Aria to her feet, scanning the room with sharp, calculating eyes.But all of them—all of them—turned their attention to Magnus.Or what was left of him.He was on his knees in the center of the room, head bowed, his body heaving with deep, ragged breaths. The magic pulsed through him in jagged waves, the black veins along his arms and neck pulsing like they had a life of their own. His fingers clawed at the ground, nails digging into the stone until they cracked.Elia took a step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “Magnus…?”At the sound of her voice, his head snapped up.And what they saw made the breath in Frederick’s lungs freeze.His eyes—they were gone
Magnus collapsed to his knees, his body trembling violently as the magic’s hold forced him down. The black veins along his skin pulsed furiously, fighting against the spell. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, his fingers twitching against the cold stone floor.Elia took a hesitant step forward, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Magnus…?”He flinched at the sound of her voice.“Stay back!” Ron warned, still holding the spell together. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his hands glowing with the force of the magic binding Magnus in place. “I don’t know how long this will hold—!”Magnus’s head snapped up, and for a moment, his eyes flickered—black voids shifting into brief glimpses of their original warm brown.His gaze locked onto Elia. His breathing slowed. “Elia…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.Hope sparked in her expression. “I’m here.” She reached for him—Only for his body to convulse violently.A guttural scream tore from his throat, his head snapping back
Frederick’s mind reeled as the truth settled in. His fingers twitched around the dagger’s hilt, but the certainty he’d held moments ago was gone. If Alan’s death meant Magnus would spiral further into corruption, then… what was he supposed to do?He had come here to end this. To stop the spread of darkness before it consumed Magnus completely. But now?Now, he was trapped.Alan let out a weak, rasping chuckle. “Not so easy now, is it?”Frederick shot him a glare, but the usual fire behind it was missing. His chest tightened. “You knew this would happen.”“Of course,” Alan rasped, his smirk faint but still present. “I told you before—our fates are tied. The moment I transferred the dark magic into you, it became a part of all of us.”Frederick exhaled sharply, his pulse hammering in his ears. “So what? If I kill you, Magnus dies too?”“Not instantly,” Alan murmured. “But whatever restraint he has left will shatter. The corruption will take over completely. And then?” He chuckled. “Well
Frederick could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, the pounding growing louder as the weight of Alan’s words settled over him.If he killed Alan, Magnus would lose control completely.If he severed Alan from the magic, the corruption would lash out—and likely seek a new host.If he did nothing… Magnus would die.His grip on the dagger tightened.“There has to be another way,” Astrid whispered, but she sounded as uncertain as he felt.Ron exhaled sharply. “Frederick… you can’t seriously be considering this.”Frederick turned to him, frustration burning in his chest. “Give me another choice, then!” he snapped. “Tell me how to fix this without sacrificing someone!”Ron opened his mouth, but nothing came out.Because there was no easy solution.Frederick turned back to Alan, who was watching him with that same infuriating smirk. “Why tell me this?” Frederick asked. “You could’ve let me kill you and dragged Magnus down with you.”Alan gave a weak chuckle. “Call it morbid curiosity,” he sa
The shadows exploded outward, swallowing the room in a suffocating wave of cold. The torches flickered wildly before snuffing out, plunging them into near darkness.Elia clutched Elizabeth tightly to her chest, backing away as Magnus’s body convulsed, his form twisting unnaturally. His once-familiar features contorted with something inhuman, veins pulsing like blackened roots under his skin.Derek gritted his teeth and moved between Magnus and the others, summoning his power in an instant. His hands glowed with crackling energy, ready to strike if needed. “Magnus, listen to me! You can fight this—”But the voice that came from Magnus was not his own.“Fight?” the distorted voice mocked, echoing through the chamber. “There is no fight. There is only surrender.”Then, the shadows moved.They lashed out like living tendrils, striking at Derek first. He barely had time to react before he was thrown backward, crashing into the stone wall with a brutal force.“Derek!” Aria’s voice rang out
The weight of Magnus’s confession settled over them like a thick fog. Alan’s power wasn’t gone—it had shifted, latched onto Magnus like a parasite waiting to consume him. They couldn’t afford to keep this to themselves.Derek was the first to move. He helped Magnus to his feet, his grip firm. “We need to tell the others. Now.”Magnus flinched at the thought. His body still trembled, his skin clammy with sweat. “Elia…” His voice cracked. “How am I supposed to tell her?”Aria’s chest tightened. Elia had already suffered enough—first with Alan’s magic corrupting Magnus, and then watching her husband struggle to control himself. Now this?“She deserves to know,” Aria said gently. “All of them do.”Magnus ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. “What if I lose control in front of them?”Derek shook his head. “Then we make sure you don’t.” His tone was absolute. “Let’s go.”Aria hesitated, her hand drifting instinctively to her stomach. Something about all of this felt… wrong. The da
The weight of their decision settled over them like a storm cloud, thick with unspoken fears. Aria’s fingers remained pressed against her stomach, as if seeking reassurance from the life growing inside her. She could feel her magic humming beneath her skin, stronger than ever—but also unpredictable.Derek crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. “If we’re going to do this, we need to be careful. Alan’s magic didn’t just disappear. It’s somewhere, lingering. And if we go looking for it, we need to be prepared for whatever we find.”Magnus leaned against the stone wall, his expression unreadable. “You don’t think I know that?” His voice was rough with frustration. “It’s inside me. I feel it every second. And every second, it’s getting harder to fight.”Aria studied him closely. The way his hands trembled, the slight flicker of shadow clinging to his form—he was holding himself together by sheer force of will.“We can’t wait any longer,” she said. “We need to find a way to trace the remnants of
Magnus took a step back, shaking his head. “No.” His voice was low, strained. “You’re wrong.”Aria felt a cold weight settle in her stomach. “I want to be wrong, Magnus. But I’m not.”He clenched his fists, his breathing heavy. The air around them shifted—charged with an unseen force.Derek reached for his sword instinctively. “Magnus, stay with us.”“I am with you!” Magnus snapped, but the darkness in his veins pulsed. His pupils dilated, and Aria saw it again—that flicker of something inhuman in his eyes.Derek moved between them. “Aria, if he loses control again—”“I won’t,” Magnus ground out, but even he didn’t sound convinced.Aria reached for him. “Magnus, listen to me—”He flinched at her touch, and suddenly, a force erupted from him, slamming into the walls with enough power to shake the room.Books flew from their shelves. Candles flickered and died. The air turned suffocating.Magnus gasped, doubling over as if in pain. His fingers dug into the stone floor, his breathing rag
Morning came too quickly. The tension that had settled over them the night before hadn’t lifted, and as they prepared to leave for the archives, Aria couldn’t shake the feeling that they were walking into something they weren’t ready for.The journey was quiet, save for the sound of their footsteps against the cold stone halls. Aria kept a hand on her stomach, a subconscious habit she had developed since realizing she was pregnant. She hadn’t told the others—not yet. Not until she understood what was happening to her.Magnus walked beside her, his movements more controlled than before, but there was still a weight to them, as if he were forcing himself to keep the corruption at bay. Derek led the way, his grip tight on the hilt of his sword. He was always prepared for a fight, but this time, Aria knew his concern was for her.They arrived at the archives, an ancient chamber buried deep beneath the castle. Dust clung to the air, illuminated by the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Rows
Aria sat beside Magnus, exhausted but determined. The session had drained her, and yet, she knew this was only the beginning.Magnus exhaled heavily, his fingers twitching as he clenched and unclenched his fists. “I almost lost control again.”“But you didn’t,” Aria reminded him, her voice gentle but firm. “That’s what matters.”His jaw tightened. “What if next time I do?”Aria hesitated. There was a next time. There always would be.But she wouldn’t let him fall into doubt.“You won’t,” she said, gripping his wrist. “Because I’ll be here. We all will.”Magnus looked at her, eyes clouded with uncertainty—but there was something else there, too. A flicker of belief.Before he could respond, the chamber doors swung open.Derek stepped in, his expression grim. “We need to talk.”Aria turned to him, immediately sensing his unease. “What is it?”Derek’s gaze flickered to Magnus, then back to her. “It’s about you.”Aria frowned. “Me?”Derek nodded, stepping closer. “I’ve been watching, Aria
The next morning, as the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, Magnus and Aria stood in the clearing beyond the castle walls. The air was still charged with tension from the previous night, but this was the first step toward reclaiming control.Magnus flexed his hands, feeling the restless power still writhing within him. He was afraid. Afraid of losing himself again. Afraid of hurting someone. Afraid that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be the same again.But then he looked at Aria.She stood before him, steady, unshaken. There was a quiet strength in her now, something deeper than before. Her presence alone was grounding.“Alright,” Aria said, drawing a slow breath. “First, I need you to close your eyes.”Magnus frowned but obeyed.“Feel the magic inside you,” she continued. “Don’t fight it. Just listen.”He tried. At first, all he could sense was chaos—wild energy rushing through his veins, sharp, erratic, unpredictable. It was like a storm he
Magnus collapsed to his knees, gasping as the remnants of darkness flickered around him like dying embers. The magic inside him had not vanished—it still pulsed within his veins—but it was no longer in control. The corruption had been tempered, its hunger subdued by Aria’s power. He trembled as he lifted his head, his once-shadowed eyes now holding a glimmer of clarity. Aria stepped back, her breathing unsteady. Her body swayed slightly, exhaustion weighing her down. Derek was by her side in an instant, his strong arms steadying her before she could collapse. He gazed at her in awe, then concern. “Aria, that was incredible,” he murmured. “But you shouldn’t have pushed yourself so hard.” She shook her head, pressing a hand to her belly. “I had to. It was the only way to reach him.” Frederick took a cautious step toward Magnus, his fists clenched at his sides. “Is it over?” Magnus let out a shuddering breath. “No,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “I can still feel it inside me…
Amid the chaos and the crumbling stone, a deep, resolute calm began to emanate from Aria. Her eyes, wide with determination, fixed on the writhing, tormented form of Magnus. The dark energy that had taken root in him pulsed like a malignant heartbeat, threatening to consume everything in its path. But in that moment, something within Aria stirred—a power she had never fully acknowledged before. Her hand pressed against her belly, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. A soft, luminous glow began to spread from her, as if her unborn child were a beacon of hope amid the encroaching darkness. The golden light was warm and steady, contrasting sharply with the inky shadows and her she thought of Magnus and decided it time to step in, at the same time she’s scared of the dark power surrounding magnus and not wanting anything to harm her unborn child. She left her room for the dungeon upon seeing magnus in this state her heart sank and she couldn’t take it. She saw how exhau