ログイン*****Kingdom of Kuragari ***Edyrm didn’t move immediately.That was what made Elias notice.They had just turned away from the palace, just stepped out of the direct line of refusal, tension still thick in the air, the guards behind them holding formation, waiting for the next move.Elias expected Edyrm to follow.He didn’t.Instead, Edyrm stood still, his gaze unfocused, not on the guards, not on the structure ahead, but somewhere else entirely.Thinking.Elias turned slightly. “What.”Edyrm didn’t answer right away.His jaw tightened, his brows pulling together as something clicked into place, something he had missed earlier, something buried beneath everything else they had already torn through.“No,” he muttered under his breath.Elias’ gaze sharpened. “What.”Edyrm exhaled once, slow, then looked at him.“There’s one more place.”A pause.“Not a dungeon,” he added. “Not officially.”Elias didn’t hesitate. “Then that’s where they are.”Edyrm nodded once. “If I were them? Yeah.”A
**** Kingdom of Kuragari****(Vulwin's attempted illusion on Grace. Making seem like they are old friends)The torches along the stone corridor had burned low by the time Vulwin and Lucian descended the narrow stairwell that led to the holding cells beneath the fortress. The air changed the moment they crossed the threshold, thick with damp, cold in a way that seeped through fabric and bit at skin, carrying with it the stale smell of stone that had not seen sunlight in decades. Their footsteps echoed against the floor, bouncing off the curved walls in hollow, lonely repetitions that seemed to mock the silence around them.Vulwin walked ahead, torch in hand, the amber light carving shadows across the hard planes of his face. He said nothing. He rarely did in places like this. There was something about dungeons that stripped away the need for conversation or perhaps it was simply that neither of them wanted to acknowledge what they were walking toward.Lucian followed a half-step behin
****Kingdom of Kuragari ****They did not stop.They couldn’t.Not with every empty cell tightening something in Elias’ chest, not with every corridor leading to nothing but stone and silence. The deeper they went, the more the Kingdom revealed itself—not openly, not generously, but in fragments.Layers.Hidden paths.Doors that did not look like doors until Edyrm forced them open.And still, nothing.The next dungeon was buried beneath a structure that looked ceremonial from the outside.Tall.Severe.Too pristine to suggest what lay beneath it.Edyrm paused at the entrance, his gaze flicking over the architecture before settling into something sharper. “This one’s different.”Elias didn’t slow. “They all are.”“No,” Edyrm said, stepping forward, his voice lower now. “This one is meant to be seen.”A pause.“Which means what’s under it isn’t.”Elias didn’t respond.But he adjusted.The moment they crossed the threshold, the air shifted again—thicker, colder, pressing in from all side
**** Kingdom of Kuragari*****The first dungeon was empty.Not abandoned, never that. The Dark Elf Kingdom did not waste space, did not leave structures without purpose. The cells were occupied, chains still warm from recent use, the air thick with the scent of iron and something older, something that clung to the stone like memory.But not them.Not Lucian.Not Vulwin.Elias stood at the center of the corridor, his gaze sweeping over every cell, every shadowed corner, every place a body could be hidden.Nothing.His jaw tightened.“Next,” he said.Edyrm didn’t argue.They didn’t move through the kingdom quietly anymore.There was no point.The moment they breached the first dungeon, the alarms spread—not loud, not chaotic, but controlled. Signals passed through unseen channels, shadows shifting in response, defenses tightening with precision that spoke of discipline far beyond ordinary forces.Every dungeon after that was harder to reach.The second was deeper.Carved into the rock b
*** Kingdom of Kuragari*****They did not wait.The moment their feet settled against the cold, unfamiliar ground, the air shifted, subtly at first, then unmistakably. The Dark Elf Kingdom did not need walls at its borders. It had something far more effective.Awareness.Elias felt it immediately.Eyes.Not visible.But present.Watching.Measuring.Calculating.“They know we’re here,” he said quietly.Edyrm didn’t look surprised. “Of course they do.”A faint, humorless breath left him as he rolled his neck once. “We didn’t exactly arrive quietly.”The remnants of the portal still lingered in the air, a distortion that hadn’t fully settled yet. It marked them. Announced them.And the Kingdom responded.The first wave came without warning.Not from ahead.From the shadows.Figures detached themselves from the darkness like they had always been part of it, moving with unnatural precision, silent until the exact moment they chose not to be.Elias didn’t hesitate.The first attacker reach
ELIAS The decision was made quickly.Too quickly for debate. Too quickly for anything that resembled hesitation.Elias stood at the center of the command ground, his presence alone enough to draw immediate attention from every remaining soldier within range. There was no raised voice, no dramatic declaration,just a shift in the air, a quiet command that carried weight because it came from him.“Half of you return immediately.”The words cut clean through the space.No confusion.No questioning.But Edyrm still stepped forward, arms folding briefly before dropping again. “Half?”Elias didn’t look at him. “No more than half.”That made Edyrm pause.Elias continued, his voice steady, controlled. “Only a minimal unit remains here. Defensive. Nothing more.”The surrounding commanders exchanged brief looks, tension tightening between them.“You’re pulling out that much?” one of them asked carefully. “If something shifts—”“It won’t,” Elias said.That certainty shut it down immediately.Edy
EDYRM I waited with bated breath in the dark hallway, counting the seconds as they rolled by. I took a risk, and I'm hoping he took the bait.He was coming.I threw my hand forward, grabbed his arm, pulled him into the room with me, and locked the door.He raised an eyebrow at me questioningly."D
LUCIAN "I have never lied to you," He yelled pushing away from me.He paced around the room running his hand through his thick dark shoulder length wavy hair."I don't have any reason to lie to you." He repeated."Yet you lied about the mark and sex. Is your mark even real?"I brought my hand to m
ROWAN Greywall Penitentiary. Sitting quietly on the outskirts of the Kingdom and the Lycan pack, surrounded by forests, faraway from the civilization of humans because of it dangerous it was.It was one and only infamous prison, renowned for housing the scariest felons and outlaws that the counci
YVONNE Yvonne's ears tingled at the sound of the bedroom door opening. She didn't need to turn away from the window to know who Jonathan was wheeling in. Her invalid husband. What did he want? She thought as her fingers held her teacup tighter, irritated by his intrusion and his unwanted presence







