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Alexander’s POV Sleep was impossible—not because fear clawed at the edges of my mind (fear would have been a mercy, something sharp and definable to fight), but because the world itself refused to power down into the quiet vulnerability of rest. The academy, usually a symphony of subtle night-sounds—creaking timbers settling like old bones, distant owl-hoots from the enchanted aviary, the soft hush of wards cycling through their nocturnal patrols—held a different rhythm tonight. It didn’t dim its protective glow the way it normally did after curfew, when moonlight filtered through arched windows to paint silver filigree on stone floors. Instead, the wards thrummed at a low, vigilant azure pulse, bathing our private suite in the sanctum wing with an ethereal light that cast long, watchful shadows. Like a colossal beast resting with one eye cracked open, nostrils flaring at every whisper of wind.So did we.Elara sat cross-legged on the edge of the massive four-poster bed—its ebony fr
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Alexander’s POV The night didn’t settle after that. It hovered. The warded suite breathed around us, walls etched with adaptive runes that shifted color in response to our combined presence—storm-silver threading through witchfire gold, pulsing like a shared heartbeat. The academy was listening. Adjusting. Learning, just like the Reach had. Elara didn’t let go of my hands. Not when the healers finished their scans from outside the wards. Not when Damian’s voice came through the scry-line, low and controlled, issuing orders to triple perimeter patrols and lock down veil-sensitive corridors. Not even when exhaustion finally crept into her shoulders, tension loosening one careful notch at a time. She stayed anchored to me, as if the moment she released her grip I might dissolve back into absence. I understood the instinct far too well. “You should rest,” I said softly, brushing my thumb over the faint scorch mark along her wrist—a residue of ward-break magic. “You burned yours
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Alexander’s POV The return should have hurt more. Every other crossing I’d ever survived—rift tears, forced jumps, emergency veils—had come with a cost: nausea, bone-deep ache, the sense that parts of me had been left behind and would never quite fit back into place. This time, the gate released me gently, like a tide receding after it decided I was no longer worth drowning. That alone unsettled me. The dais beneath my boots was warm, faintly thrumming, the academy’s wards rushing to recognize and re-anchor me. The air tasted cleaner here—stone and incense and living bodies instead of iron and ozone—but my senses were still stretched too wide, storm-static crackling along my nerves. Damian’s hand gripped my shoulder, solid, grounding. “Easy,” he said under his breath. “You’re still half in the Reach.” “I know.” My voice sounded rough, scraped raw by wind that didn’t carry sound. “Just… give me a second.” Caelum didn’t move to help. He never did when help would dull data. His ga
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Alexander’s POV The Veiled Reach — Trial of the StormbornThe transition through the gate wasn’t a door slamming shut behind me—it was a world exhaling, pushing me out into its lungs with indifferent force. One heartbeat, I stood on the dais with Damian’s grip lingering like a ghost on my forearm, Caelum’s sharp eyes cataloging my final steady breath. The next, nothingness—a void that stripped away sound, scent, even the pull of gravity, leaving only the raw thrum of my own storm magic coiling tight in my chest like a spring wound to breaking.Then—impact.Cold wind hit first, a howling gale that tasted of iron and ozone, whipping my coat around me like tattered wings. It clawed at my skin, seeking purchase, but my power answered instinctively: threads of lightning arcing from my fingertips, grounding the assault, turning the wind’s fury into a charged hum that vibrated through my bones. I landed hard on cracked stone, knees flexing to absorb the jolt, the limiter band on my wrist g
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Alexander’s POV The academy changed the farther we went.Not abruptly. Not dramatically. It shed familiarity the way a living thing shed skin—layer by layer, corridor by corridor—until the warmth of shared spaces and student wards thinned into something colder, older, and far less forgiving.These halls weren’t meant for comfort.They were meant for transit.For containment.For things that were never supposed to linger.Our footsteps echoed differently here. The stone absorbed sound instead of reflecting it, swallowing noise as if secrecy itself had been built into the foundations. The sigils etched along the walls weren’t decorative or instructional; they were functional, blunt, and old. Some I recognized. Others twisted away from comprehension, glyphs warped by pre-Collapse logic that didn’t care whether the modern world understood them.Damian walked ahead now.Not because he needed to lead—but because these passages recognized him. Doors didn’t open so much as stand aside. Wards
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Alexander’s POV I didn’t move.Not because I couldn’t—but because I understood, with a clarity that bordered on cruelty, that the moment I did, something would end.So I stayed where I was.Kneeling beside the infirmary bed. Her hand in mine. The faint rise and fall of her chest setting the pace of the world. I memorized it all with the desperation of someone who knew memory was about to become currency.Her fingers were warm. Calloused in places they hadn’t been months ago. Proof of survival. Proof of adaptation. Proof that the girl who had stumbled into the academy carrying fire she didn’t understand had become something sharper.Something dangerous.Something the world was already circling.The bond hummed low between us—not the blazing conduit it became in battle, not the electric snap of shared power—but something quieter. Deeper. A resonance that felt like gravity rather than flame.Us, it whispered.Not prophecy. Not destiny.Choice.I breathed it in and let everything else fa
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