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~Omniscient The cavern shuddered under the weight of snarls and steel-sharp claws. The circle at its center pulsed with sickly red light, Eira suspended above it, her body limp as though the magic itself had hollowed her out. Ryan’s roar broke the silence first, raw and guttural. He surged forward, hands blazing with magic, while Kyle and Ivy flanked him. Behind them, the guards — all shifting mid-run — bones snapping and fur erupting as their wolf forms tore through the air. The scent of bloodlust filled the chamber. Lady Chloe met them head-on. She moved like liquid shadow, her hands snapping outward in violent bursts of lunar fire. Wolves lunged; she spun, slashing through fur and flesh with glowing daggers that appeared from her palms. One wolf went down with his throat scorched open, another slammed into the wall, whimpering as smoke rose from his burnt hide. Ryan’s magic clashed against hers, a wild collision of flame and silver light that filled the chamber with explosi

~Omniscient The night wrapped itself around Obsidian Castle like a conspirator. Its walls glimmered faintly under moonlight, pale stone catching silver as though the fortress itself were aware that danger crept toward it. Four figures pressed close to its shadowed perimeter, breath steaming in the cool night. Aeron. Ryan. Ivy. Kyle. Each bore the weight of what waited within: Eira, bound and bleeding strength into Lady Chloe’s spell. The real war wasn’t against steel or soldiers. It was against time. “Remember,” Ryan murmured, voice low as smoke, “we go in, split, break the defenses from inside. We regroup at the inner chambers.” Aeron rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get caught. Hit fast. Keep moving. Got it.” He kept his tone sharp, dismissive—masking the quicksilver of nerves beneath. Aeron adjusted the strap of his sword, nodding to Kyle. “You and I take the eastern hall. They’ll expect the most resistance there. Hope you can fight.” “A b

~Ryan The forest spat me out into their path. I barely had time to call their names before Ivy’s wide eyes fixed on me, her chest heaving as if her lungs were on fire. The guy next to her stumbled a step behind her, his grip on her wrist tight, his expression stricken with the kind of fear I had prayed they’d never learn this young. For a heartbeat, they froze, ready to bolt. The tension in their bodies was so sharp I could almost hear it. Then recognition dawned in Ivy’s face, and she breathed a single word that cracked something in me: “Dad?” I caught her before she crumpled against me, her trembling hands gripping the folds of my coat like she thought I might vanish. The guy next to her hovered, pale as the moonlight, his eyes darting back toward the treeline where the possessed still shrieked and tore through the undergrowth. I pulled them both behind me, every muscle braced for another attack. But the creatures didn’t follow. Not yet. Their cries echoed through the trees, f

~Omniscient The tether pulled at Eira like an invisible hand clutching her ribs, dragging her back towards the place she had sworn never to return unless the situation was dire. Eira ran, her feet striking against the dirt road, the soft night air cutting against her face. Her chest ached with each breath, but she didn’t slow—not even when the lights of Obsidian Village flickered into view through the trees. She could feel him. Aeron. The call hummed in her bones, louder than any warning her instincts whispered. Every step only deepened her certainty: he was there, he needed her, and she would find him. The village was quiet, eerily so. The marketplace stalls, once loud and bustling with trade, stood abandoned. Wooden shutters rattled faintly in the night breeze. A dog barked once in the distance before silence swallowed it again. Her eyes scanned the shadowed faces that peered from behind doors—villagers watching her pass with expressions too guarded, too tense. Still, no o

~Aeron Later that evening, the sound of hurried footsteps scraped down the corridor like the tick of a blade being sharpened. My eyes snapped to the bars, to the dim torchlight bending shadows along the damp stone walls. And then—she appeared. Denise. Her breath was ragged, her hair matted to her temples, her arms full of leather satchels and a single gleaming spellstone clutched like a lifeline. I thought, for a fleeting heartbeat, that this was some fever dream brought on by exhaustion. “You’re a bit late,” I muttered, because disbelief made me cruel. She shoved the satchels to the ground and set to work on the lock. “And you’re welcome.” Her voice trembled, but her hands moved with purpose. “Sorry about that, anxiety makes people forget their manners. What’s the plan again?” I asked. “Lady Chloe isn’t in the vicinity tonight so we just have to avoid the guards, get to the fence and then we’re free.” She said, her fingers brushing the iron, lips shaping words too soft

~Ivy The man’s fingers clamped around my arm like iron, his grip bruising. I jerked back, but he didn’t loosen. His face was calm, disturbingly calm, as if dragging me off into the woods was nothing more than an errand. Kyle lunged beside me, only for another one to grab him by the collar and twist. He choked, struggling, his hands clawing at the fabric. “Let him go!” I shouted, trying to wrench free. The third stepped closer, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “Don’t struggle. You’ll only make this harder for yourselves.” My heart hammered so loud I thought they’d hear it. My breath came in sharp gasps, panic clawing through my chest. This wasn’t just discipline. This wasn’t a scolding. They wanted us for something else. “Let us go!” Kyle barked, thrashing against the man’s grip. “We didn’t do anything—” His words broke off as he was shoved hard against a tree. I twisted again, nails digging into the man’s wrist, but he didn’t flinch. His grip only tightened. My skin bur