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Doors of the Past
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Claimed by the Fallen Five The Shape of Refusal
The light did not explode outward. It collapsed inward.Mae braced herself as the golden rift collapsed in on itself, ash and air drawn toward a single point with terrifying precision. The ground groaned beneath her boots, cracks racing outward like veins beneath the skin. Her chains burned hot, not in defense but in recognition. This was not an attack. It was formation.Sethis swore under his breath, shadows flaring wide as he shifted closer to Mae. “That is not how a champion arrives.”Kaine did not answer. His eyes were fixed on the narrowing core of light, his jaw set, the gold fire along his arms dimming as though something were being siphoned away.The vortex tightened further. The sound deepened into a low resonance that rattled teeth and bone, not violent but deliberate. Mae felt it in her chest, a pressure that matched her pulse exactly. Whatever was forming was listening.Then the light split, and a figure stepped free.It was neither vast nor monstrous, nearly human in form
Claimed by the Fallen Five The Fracture Multiplies
The ground continued to tremble long after Kaine’s warning settled into Mae’s bones. The thin line of gold light at the horizon pulsed once, then again, like a distant heartbeat answering her own. Ash drifted through the air, clinging to her skin, her chains humming low beneath it all. Whatever had awakened was not rushing. It was gathering.Sethis stood rigid beside her, shadows drawn tight, coiled like a blade held back by restraint alone. His gaze never left the glowing horizon. “That light does not belong here,” he said. “It feels wrong.”Kaine watched it with a familiarity that unsettled her. The gold in his eyes flickered, dimmer now, as though something in the distance pulled at him. “It does not belong anywhere,” he replied. “That is the problem.”Mae forced herself to breathe. Every instinct screamed that this was spiraling beyond her control, yet the fracture inside her was calm. Not quiet. Calm. It pulsed steadily, as if this was always the direction things were meant to mo
Claimed by the Fallen Five Ashes in Gold
Kaine emerged from the ashes as if the world had been waiting for him. His eyes glowed with a steady gold that pulsed like a heartbeat, and the chains draped along his arms shone with a warmth that didn’t belong to death. Mae couldn’t breathe. Her body froze, caught between terror and relief.Sethis instinctively stepped in front of her, shadows rising in a defensive wall that flickered with uncertainty. The air around them shifted, heavy and electric, as if reality itself strained to comprehend how Kaine remained alive before them.Mae took one step forward. Her pulse echoed loudly against her ribs, her chains vibrating with frantic energy. She searched his face for something familiar, anything that proved he was the man she knew and not a shadow from the fracture.Kaine only smiled, slow and steady, as if he were greeting her in the quiet morning light instead of amidst the ruins of a battlefield that had nearly claimed them all. He lifted a hand slightly, palm open, offering calm i
Claimed by the Fallen Five The Return of Fire
The wind carried the scent of ash and iron, stirring the remnants of battle around them. Mae’s pulse thrummed against her throat, every beat echoing in the chains that still glowed faintly beneath her skin. Sethis stood only a breath away, his presence wrapping around her like a storm contained by will alone.“You’ve bound yourself to it,” he said quietly. “To the fracture. To him.” Mae’s fingers tightened at her sides. “I made a choice.”“No,” Sethis whispered, stepping closer, his shadows tightening. “You answered a call. One that will not stop until it owns you.”She turned to face him, the violet light in her eyes flickering. “You think I don’t know what I’ve done? You think I don’t feel it clawing through me?” Sethis’s expression shifted. Anger, grief, and something deeper. “You gave yourself to the thing that wanted to unmake you.”“I ended the war,” she said, voice trembling with exhaustion. “The champion fell.” He laughed once, dark and hollow. “Fell? Mae, it kneeled. There’s
Claimed by the Fallen Five Crown of Violet Fire
The Champion fell to its knees.The sound was like mountains breaking, stone groaning against the weight of surrender. Ash and flame swirled around its colossal frame as if the battlefield itself could not understand what it had just witnessed. The creature that had brought gods to ruin, that had swallowed armies whole, bent before her with its chains scraping low into the fractured earth.Mae’s breath caught. Her hands trembled in the still air, though her violet chains no longer shook. They pulsed in quiet rhythm with her racing heart. The Fallen stared in stunned silence, each of them caught between rage, awe, and disbelief.Lucien’s voice was the first to pierce the stillness, raw and unsteady. “No. This is not victory.” His chains rattled uselessly, still pinned by Mae’s will. His eyes burned into her like fire meant to scorch away illusion. “It kneels because you are surrendering yourself. You are feeding it exactly what it wanted.”Riven’s wings twitched against the bindings, f
Claimed by the Fallen Five The Choice Foretold
The smoke had not yet cleared. The champion loomed at the edge of sight, unmoving, its chains rattling faintly like distant thunder. The air was heavy with ash, the scent of scorched earth clinging to every breath. Mae stood stiff in the silence, her chains dimming to a low violet glow, their energy coiling restlessly beneath her skin.Ashar was the first to break the stillness. His blade lowered, flames guttering into faint embers. His voice carried the weight of grief. “Kaine is gone.”Riven’s wings shivered, folding against his bloodied back. He kept his gaze down, jaw tight, as if saying nothing would shield him from the truth. Sethis’ shadows slithered closer to Mae, protective and sharp, though even his eyes betrayed strain.Lucien finally dragged himself upright, chains dragging heavily behind him. His face was drawn, his body battered, but his gaze never left the colossal figure in the distance. “It has not left,” he muttered, almost to himself. “It watches.”Mae’s throat tight
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