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CHAPTER EIGHTY -ONE : A Fractured Mind

Magnus’ breathing turned ragged, his entire body trembling as he dug his fingers into his temples. His chest rose and fell in sharp, erratic movements, as though he was fighting something—something clawing to break free.“Magnus?” Frederick stepped closer, cautious but firm. “Talk to me.”Magnus’ head snapped up. His eyes—dark, unfocused—locked onto Frederick, and for a split second, there was no recognition. No warmth. Just something wrong.Then he lunged.Frederick barely had time to react before Magnus crashed into him, shoving him back with unnatural force. The air cracked around them, thick with magic. Shadows flickered along Magnus’ arms, his veins darkening like ink was spilling beneath his skin.“Magnus, stop!” Elia’s voice was sharp with fear. She clutched Elizabeth, stepping back as Ron moved to shield them.Frederick gritted his teeth as he struggled against Magnus’ strength. “Fight it!” he shouted. “You’re stronger than this!”But Magnus wasn’t listening. His face twisted,
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO : WHEN DARKNESS TAKES HOLD

The moment Magnus left the room, the air turned ice cold. Elia stood frozen, her breath shallow as she clutched Elizabeth, trying to calm her wailing cries. The baby—so small, so fragile—sensed it before any of them did.Frederick wiped at his bruised throat, exchanging a look with Ron. “We need to go after him.”Ron hesitated, his grip tight on his sword hilt. “Frederick, I don’t think he even knows who we are anymore.”Frederick didn’t care. He couldn’t. Not when he had just seen Magnus’ eyes—black as void, stripped of humanity.Not when he had felt that magic, so much darker than anything Alan had ever wielded.He turned to Elia. “Stay here. No matter what you hear, don’t come after us.”Elia’s lip trembled, but she nodded. She didn’t trust her voice.Then Frederick and Ron rushed after Magnus.They found him in the courtyard.The moonlight bathed the stone in silver, but where Magnus stood, the ground withered beneath him. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his fingers twitching as
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: THE COST OF DARKNESS

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Magnus lay sprawled on the broken stone, his body motionless save for the faint, erratic rise and fall of his chest.Frederick’s hands were still trembling, the golden glow of his magic flickering before vanishing completely. His ribs ached with every breath, but the pain was nothing compared to the sick feeling growing in his gut.Magnus wasn’t free.Ron moved first, dragging himself toward Magnus, but hesitated just short of touching him. “Is it… gone?”Frederick shook his head. “No.” His voice was hoarse, weighed down by exhaustion. “I only forced it back. It’s still inside him.”Ron cursed under his breath.Then—Magnus stirred.A sharp gasp tore from his lips as his eyes snapped open. He sucked in air like a drowning man breaking the surface, his fingers clawing at the fractured stone beneath him.For a moment, there was nothing but raw confusion in his expression. Then the pain hit.Magnus screamed.His back arched violently, his hands flyi
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR: A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

Frederick barely remembered the walk to the dungeon. His mind was too full—churning with the weight of Magnus’ words, the sight of his friend breaking apart right before his eyes. If I hurt her, if I hurt Elizabeth… you kill me. Frederick had never been the type to pray. But right now, he wished someone—anyone—was listening. The guards at the dungeon entrance stepped aside at the sight of him, their eyes flickering with unease. He must have looked as wrecked as he felt. Astrid was waiting for him just beyond the iron doors. “You’re going to see him again,” she said, more statement than question. Frederick nodded, too drained to argue. Astrid exhaled through her nose, her expression tight. “He’s dangerous, Frederick. He almost—” “I know what he almost did.” The memory of Alan’s fingers tightening around his throat flashed through his mind. The sick laughter. The way he had wanted Frederick to kill him—because it would only make things worse. He forced the thought away. “But he
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: THE BREAKING POINT

Frederick barely registered the path back to the main hall. His mind was too tangled, Alan’s words looping in his head like a noose.The only way to stop the corruption… is to kill me.He hadn’t told Astrid what Alan said. Couldn’t. Not yet.Because saying it out loud would make it real.And he still wasn’t ready.By the time he reached the castle’s great hall, the atmosphere was tense. Servants hurried about, whispering anxiously. Guards stood stiff at their posts, eyes darting toward the main staircase.Frederick’s gut clenched. Magnus.Elia’s voice rang out, sharp and distressed. “Magnus, stop!”Frederick broke into a run.When he reached the top of the stairs, the sight that met him made his blood turn to ice.Magnus stood in the middle of the hallway, his entire body shaking. His breathing was ragged, his skin pale and damp with sweat. Black veins pulsed up his neck, writhing like living things beneath his skin.His eyes—normally a warm, piercing blue—were almost completely swall
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX : NO MORE TIME

Frederick helped Magnus back to his chambers. His No More TimeFrederick helped Magnus back to his chambers. His body was heavy with exhaustion, every step sluggish, as if the corruption had drained the very strength from him. He barely spoke, his breaths ragged, his skin pale as moonlight.Elia hovered close, her eyes darting between Magnus and the dark veins still pulsing along his skin. She clutched his hand tightly, as if her touch alone could anchor him, could pull him back from the abyss he was teetering on.Frederick felt Astrid beside him, tense and watchful. Aria stood near the doorway, her face tight with worry, one protective arm wrapped around her stomach.Once Magnus was settled into bed, he let out a breath that sounded more like a whisper of relief. He turned his head toward Elia, his fingers weakly brushing against her cheek. “I scared you,” he murmured.Elia shook her head fiercely, tears shining in her eyes. “You didn’t mean to.”“But I still did.” His voice was holl
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: OUT OF TIME

The castle was no longer the sanctuary it had once been. A heavy, suffocating energy pulsed through its halls, growing stronger with each passing hour. Everyone felt it—like a storm pressing in, thick with something unnatural.And at the center of it all was Magnus.At first, it had been subtle. Moments of exhaustion he brushed off. The occasional flicker of darkness in his eyes. But now, it was impossible to ignore. His presence itself was shifting—something unnatural coiling beneath his skin, something trying to take over.Elia was the first to truly see it.Late at night, she woke to the sound of his breathing—ragged, uneven. She reached for him, only to freeze when she touched his skin. It was ice-cold, but beneath the surface, he burned like fire.“Magnus?” she whispered.No response.Then he moved—too fast. One moment, he was lying beside her. The next, he was at the other side of the room, gripping the stone wall, his head bowed as if in pain. The air around him crackled.Elia
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CHAPTER EIGHTY -EIGHT: NO WAY OUT

Magnus didn’t know where he was running.He barely knew who he was anymore.The corridors blurred together, shadows stretching and twisting as his vision swam. His breath came in ragged gasps, his pulse hammering in his ears. Every part of him burned—his skin, his bones, his very soul. The darkness inside him wasn’t just creeping in anymore. It was consuming him.He could still feel Frederick’s throat under his fingers.Still hear the terror in Elia’s voice.He had attacked them.No—he had tried to kill his best friend.He stumbled into an empty chamber, gripping the edges of a table to keep himself upright. His fingers dug into the wood, splintering it under his grip. His arms shook violently. His reflection in the polished metal of a shield caught his eye—his face pale, his veins black, his eyes flickering between hazel and the abyss.He had seen this before.He had fought this before.But this time—this time it was winning.“No.” His own voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.He
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE : NO MORE RUNNING

The castle felt different.After what had just happened, Magnus couldn’t tell if it was him that had changed or if the very walls around him seemed to press in, waiting for him to break again.Elia refused to leave his side.She had helped him back to their chambers, forcing him to lie down despite his protests. But sleep never came. Even as she curled against him, her fingers gently tracing his knuckles, Magnus remained stiff, staring at the ceiling, waiting.For what, he wasn’t sure.The whispers had stopped—for now. But the weight of them still lingered in his mind, just beyond reach, like a sickness lying in wait.He could still hear them.Still feel them.And the worst part?He didn’t know if he could fight them off again.Not next time.Not alone.A sharp knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Elia stirred, blinking up at him groggily. “Magnus?”“It’s nothing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead before gently untangling himself from her grasp. She frowned but
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CHAPTER NINETY: NO MORE WAITING

Morning came, but there was no peace in it.A heavy silence settled over the castle, thick and suffocating. The air felt charged, as if the walls themselves knew what was coming.Frederick stood in the war room, waiting. His hands were pressed against the table, his head bowed. His thoughts raced, his pulse unsteady.The decision had been made.Alan had to die.The words kept repeating in his head, but no matter how many times he said them, they still felt unreal.This was it.A door creaked open behind him.He didn’t have to turn to know who it was.Magnus stepped into the room, his movements slow, deliberate. There were dark circles beneath his eyes, and his usually strong frame seemed just a bit more worn, his shoulders tense, as if carrying a weight too heavy to bear.But there was no hesitation in his steps.Frederick straightened. “Are you ready?”Magnus didn’t answer right away. He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his face as if trying to shake off the exhaustion clinging to h
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