MasukSadiraWhen we returned to the inhabited levels of the Nest, the silence that had wrapped around me so peacefully on the terrace shattered. In its place came the noise of life, but it felt different now. Before, every sound had seemed like a threat. A boot hitting stone. A raised voice. A door slamming. Each one felt like a blow I had to flinch away from.But now… now I felt the noise.The Core beating in my chest was not just a source of power. It was a sense of its own. I felt the Nest’s vibration through the soles of my feet, the deep, steady hum of distant generators echoing through my bones. And I felt the demons too. I didn’t see their auras, but I sensed their presence, dense and warm, like heat spots in cold air.“Quiet,” I nudged Jake when his stomach growled loud enough to sound like a battle cry.Through the Bond, I felt his hunger, which was really an echo of my own, only amplified by him, my Protector.“Biology doesn’t negotiate,” he shot back with that crooked half-smile
The stairways leading from the depths of the Heart Chamber up toward the surface seemed endless, yet this time it was not the leaden weight of exhaustion pressing down on our legs. Instead, there was a strange, vibrating lightness to every step, as if the laws of gravity no longer fully applied to those of us who had just restarted the heart of an entire mountain. The air changed as we climbed. The sterile, ozone-heavy, electrically charged scent of the Heart Chamber slowly gave way to stone dust, the lingering smoke of ancient torches, and something faint but unmistakable: the fresh, cold breath of the outside world.Sadira walked a few steps ahead of me. The way she moved had changed. The hunched, defensive posture that had defined her years of flight was gone. Her steps were springy now, her spine straight, her head held high. The dark blue dress she had received from Abigail whispered softly around her legs, and in the dim stairwell I occasionally caught glimpses of the Core’s blu
The rumble of the Great Hall faded behind us as we left the stage of political skirmishes and stepped into the Nest’s deeper, more technical guts. Nathan led the way with quick, purposeful strides, and Abigail followed close at his heels, the blueprints tucked under her arm, though I suspected that where we were headed, paper wouldn’t be enough.“Where exactly are we going?” I asked as the staircases curled farther and farther down into the mountain’s belly. The air was cooler here, and a strange, metallic ozone tang mixed with the damp smell of stone.“To the Heart Chamber,” Nathan answered over his shoulder. “Under Malakai, it was a forbidden zone. Even the senior guards weren’t allowed inside. This is the Nest’s energy distribution center. From here we control the protective shields, the ventilation, the water circulation, everything that keeps this colony alive underground.”Sadira walked beside me. I’d let go of her hand so she could move freely, but our Bond was so strong it fel
The path leading to the Great Hall, which used to be a corridor of fear and uncertainty for us, had turned into a kind of triumphal march, even though there were no fanfares and no confetti. The sound of our footsteps echoed between the high stone walls: Regnar’s heavy, booming strides, the steady rhythm of my boots, and between us Sadira’s light, yet decisive walk.The guards’ reactions along the corridors were the most telling. Under Malakai’s rule, the smell of fear had clung to these places. Now? Now the air was clean, but it vibrated with tension. As we passed the armored demons, they didn’t just step aside, they flattened themselves against the walls. I saw recognition in their eyes. They weren’t looking at the hybrid girl who’d been dragged out of a lab, and they weren’t looking at a fugitive. They were looking at the being who had survived the Ritual, and in whose chest the heart of their world now beat.“Do you feel this?” I murmured to Sadira, tightening my grip on her hand.
Ahogy kiléptem a folyosóra, a Fészek levegője más volt, mint amire emlékeztem. Hiányzott belőle az az állandó, fémes elektromosság, ami Malakai uralma alatt minden pórusunkba beivódott – az a fajta feszültség, ami miatt az ember (vagy démon) sosem tudta teljesen ellazítani a vállait. Helyette a kő, a fáklyák füstje és valami egészen profán, mégis csodálatos illat töltötte be a teret: sültek illata.Regnar a posztján állt, a hátát a falnak vetve, karba tett kézzel. Amikor meglátott, a hatalmas, néma démon lassan bólintott. Nem tisztelgett, nem merevedett vigyázállásba, mint egy közkatona. A bólintása egy egyenrangú harcos üdvözlése volt. A szeme sarkában láttam a kérdést: Hogy van?– Farkaséhes – válaszoltam a néma kérdésre, és elvigyorodtam. – Azt hiszem, a Mag sok energiát fogyaszt.Regnar széles szája egy pillanatra elhúzódott, ami nála felért egy harsány hahotával. A hüvelykujjával a folyosó vége felé mutatott, a konyhák irányába.Elindultam. A folyosókon, ahol korábban lesütött sz
When I opened my eyes for the second time, the healers’ chamber was no longer lit by artificial crystal light, but by something entirely different, something more natural. The air was still, yet not heavy. It carried the peaceful stillness of a shoreline after a storm. My body was still heavy, a dull numbness lingering in my muscles from the energy drained during the Ritual, but this exhaustion was no longer lethal. It was the deep, restorative fatigue that comes before waking stronger than before.But my condition was not the first thing I noticed.It was the weight on my chest and arm.Sadira.She was still lying beside me, curled tightly against me, as if even in her sleep she feared gravity itself might tear us apart. Her head rested in the hollow of my shoulder, her dark, wavy hair spilling over my neck and chest. She breathed evenly and deeply, and with every breath I felt her ribcage rise and fall against mine.I didn’t move. I didn’t want to wake her. I simply lay there, in th







