Se connecterAella POV Coming back felt… wrong. Not painful. Not even disorienting. Just— Heavy. Like my body didn’t fully belong to me anymore. I stayed still for a moment, eyes closed, letting myself breathe. Slow. Careful. Measured. Because everything inside me felt… different. Not just drained. Occupied. I didn’t need Chaos to confirm it again. I already knew. The moment I reached for my power and felt that second pulse beneath it— I knew. I opened my eyes. The ceiling was unfamiliar for half a second. Then everything snapped back into place. The war. The battle. The shadows. Him. And Sol. His hand was wrapped tightly around mine, his thumb moving slowly over my skin like he needed the contact to ground himself. His eyes— God. He looked like he hadn’t breathed since I collapsed. “I’m okay,” I murmured. It wasn’t a lie. Not entirely. His jaw tightened. “You collapsed.” “I noticed.” I tried to push myself up. Bad idea. Pain rippled through my body—not sharp,
Sol POV She didn’t even make it three steps. One second Aella was standing—barely, but still holding herself together. The next— Her body gave out. “Aella!” I caught her before she hit the ground. Her weight collapsed into my arms, completely limp, and something inside me snapped. Too light. Too still. No. My heart slammed violently against my chest. “Aella—stay with me,” I said, my voice rough, sharper than I meant it to be. Her eyes fluttered. Barely. “I’m… fine…” she whispered. No, you’re not. I could feel it through the bond. The difference. The terrifying difference. She was always overwhelming. Powerful. Endless. Now? She felt like a dying flame. “We’re not doing this here,” I muttered. I didn’t wait. Didn’t ask. I lifted her into my arms and moved. Fast. “Linus—clear a path!” “Move!” Linus roared, and people scattered instantly. Good. Because I wasn’t slowing down. By the time we reached the healer’s building, my chest felt tight enough to brea
Aella POV Enough. The word didn’t leave my mouth. It didn’t need to. The battlefield had gone on too long. Too loud. Too messy. And he was gone. Again. My chest tightened, something sharp and furious clawing its way up from deep inside me. Not just anger. Not just frustration. Rage. Cold. Precise. Unforgiving. “End it,” I whispered. The shadows answered. They didn’t rise. They didn’t crawl. They erupted. From the ground. From the air. From the cracks between existence itself. They moved with a singular purpose. No hesitation. No mercy. Every remaining Eclipse soldier— Fell. Some were dragged into the void before they could scream. Others were swallowed whole, their forms dissolving into nothingness. A few tried to run. There was nowhere to go. The shadows were everywhere. It was over in seconds. Just like that— The battlefield went silent. Too silent. The kind of silence that follows something irreversible. My breath hitched. The void receded sl
Aella POV Too late. The shadows tore through the space where he had stood— And found nothing. Nothing. I stepped forward anyway. One step. Then another. As if forcing myself closer would somehow undo what had just happened. “He was here,” I said, my voice low, sharp. Certain. The ground beneath my feet still felt… disturbed. Not broken. Not altered. But wrong. Like something ancient had passed through it and left behind a scar no one else could see. The shadows returned to me. Not defeated. Not weakened. But unsettled. And that— That made something cold settle in my chest. “Why did you stop?” I whispered. They didn’t answer. Not with words. Not even with intent. Just a faint ripple. A hesitation. I clenched my jaw. No. “No,” I said louder this time, anger rising fast and sharp. The battlefield roared around me again—explosions, screams, the clash of metal and claws—but all of it felt distant. Muted. Because he had been right there. And he had walked a
Eclipse Leader POVThey had grown louder.War always did that.The clash of claws.The roar of fire.The desperate rhythm of hearts that still believed they could win.He stood beneath the trees.Still.Unmoving.The world burned just beyond the forest line, the Academy trembling under the weight of a battle it was never meant to survive.Smoke curled into the sky.Ash fell like snow.And yet—None of it touched him.A hood covered his form, shielding him from the scattered rays of sunlight that broke through the canopy above.Not out of fear.No.Out of necessity.He lifted his hand slightly.The air around his fingers shimmered—Then bent.Power.Not the kind they threw at each other in the battlefield like children grasping at storms.His was quieter.Older.Refined.Behind him, Maxwell stood.Silent.Waiting.Good.The boy had learned.Or rather—He had been taught.“Observe,” he said, his voice low, calm, almost gentle.Maxwell didn’t respond.He didn’t need to.He understood.Th
Aella POV I took a step back. Then another. The battlefield didn’t stop. It didn’t slow. But something inside me— Did. “Aella.” Sol’s voice was right there. Grounded. Steady. His arm moved instinctively, placing himself slightly in front of me, golden energy flaring outward as another wave of attacks collided with his barrier. Explosions wrapped. Turned. Sent back. But his attention— Was on me. “You’re pulling back,” he said quietly. Not accusing. Observing. I swallowed. Forcing air into my lungs. “I saw him.” Sol didn’t ask who. He already knew. “Maxwell?” he asked. I shook my head. “No.” That got his full attention. “There’s someone else,” I said, my voice lower now, sharper. “Someone behind him.” A blast hit Sol’s barrier. Hard. Golden light cracked— But held. “What did you see?” he asked. I glanced toward the tree line. Even though I couldn’t see them anymore. “Maxwell wasn’t leading,” I said. “He was… waiting.” Sol’s jaw tightened. “For inst
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