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The ground shuddered beneath us as stone and dust rained down from the collapsing vault. The torches that had been lining the chamber flickered and died, plunging everything into near-total darkness. The only light came from the residual magic crackling in the air, casting eerie flashes of crimson and violet against the crumbling walls.Elara was awake. But something was wrong.Her black eyes—voidless, endless—held no warmth, no familiarity. Yet she had spoken my name. That had to mean something.Elias was already moving, his form barely a blur in the dim light. He raised his hand, his fingers curling as raw energy crackled between them. He was preparing another spell. A binding. Maybe worse."No!" I threw myself between him and my sister. "You don’t get to touch her."Elias’s jaw tightened. "You don’t understand what you’ve done."I felt Elara shift behind me, felt the coldness radiating from her body. The air itself seemed to recoil from her presence."I brought her back," I said, m

The chamber was silent, but the air was thick with tension. My heart pounded as I stared at Elara’s outstretched hand.Behind me, Elias was still breathing hard, his magic coiled and ready. Maxwell and Mara stood tense, waiting for my move. And Elara—she simply watched me, her dark eyes filled with something both familiar and terrifying.“Lena.” Elias’s voice was sharp. “Don’t.”Elara didn’t flinch. “Why do you hesitate?” she asked softly. “You know what we are, sister. You felt it when I woke. You felt the bond between us. It’s stronger than anything you’ve ever known. So why are you afraid?”I swallowed. “Because I don’t know if it’s you anymore.”Her expression flickered, something almost like hurt passing over her face before she masked it with a small, knowing smile. “I am me. I am more me than I have ever been.” She lowered her hand slightly. “And you could be, too.”Maxwell stepped forward. “She’s manipulating you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “She knows what you want

The fall seemed endless. My stomach lurched as the wind howled around me, the void swallowing every sound except the hammering of my own heartbeat. I twisted midair, reaching for anything—something—to stop the plunge, but there was nothing. Just darkness stretching infinitely below.Then, a force yanked me sideways, an unseen grip pulling me out of the descent. My body slammed into something solid, knocking the breath from my lungs. I gasped, rolling onto my hands and knees, my palms scraping against rough stone.A voice echoed through the void. “You should be dead.”I snapped my head up.Elara stood across from me, her violet aura flickering like a dying flame. Her expression was unreadable, but something in her stance—stiff shoulders, clenched fists—betrayed uncertainty.I pushed to my feet, ignoring the sting in my ribs. “What did you do?”She didn’t answer. Instead, she tilted her head, studying me like I was some puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. “You weren’t supposed to survive t

Elara stared at me like I had just declared war on the gods themselves. Maybe, in a way, I had.“You don’t get it, do you?” she said, voice low, unreadable. “This isn’t bravery. It’s madness.”I crossed my arms. “No, what’s madness is believing that I was ever just a piece on someone else’s board. If they’ve abandoned me, then I’ll forge my path.”Elara let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. “You don’t know what you’re saying. They weren’t just guiding you, Lena. They were holding everything back.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”She exhaled sharply and took a step closer. “You think you were being protected all this time? That’s only half the truth. You weren’t just some favored piece in the grand design. You were—” She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “You were being contained.”Something cold crawled up my spine. “Contained?”Elara nodded, her violet glow pulsing erratically. “You weren’t just a player in their game. You were a variable. An anomaly. A risk. Something that

The road south wasn’t a road at all — only a piece of broken earth knotted with dying grass and the corpse of an old rail line that hadn’t passed a train in decades. The sky above appeared to be holding its breath. The wind brought the scent of ash, though nothing proximate burned.Maxwell walked next to me in silence, and for the first time, I didn’t spend that time filling it. There was too much baggage between us, too much left unspoken. The ground here felt wrong. Not just war-torn—tainted.We passed a mangled statue half immersed in mud, its face crumbled, arms absent. I couldn’t remember who it used to be. Maybe no one did. Another relic consumed by whatever storm lay ahead.Max broke the silence. “You feel that?”“Yeah,” I said, stopping. The pull wasn’t physical, but it was real. A kind of pressure, low and steady, something humming below the soil.“It’s much stronger here,” he said.“Closer.”“Or hungrier.”I glanced sideways at him. “You can stop pretending that you’re not s