LOGINARAH
Dark Plane.
This was one of those moments where the word felt familiar... like it was right there on the edge of her memory, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t grasp it completely.
Drusden continued explaining to Marianne the two types of witches and how a human could cross over to that other dimension and receive a gift. It was different for everyone, he said, and there was always a cost. No one knew what that price would be until a
GILDEONA couple more days passed, and they finally raided the fifth salamander outpost.This one barely resisted.Unlike earlier sieges, where the sylphs had to grind through defenses to force the enemy’s surrender, the commander here folded almost immediately. Unfortunately for him, he still had to die. The sylphs did not spare high-ranking enemies—not unless they needed something from them first.And unlike before, no one called Gildeon ‘traitor’ or ‘blue cunt’s dog.’“Looks like they’ve accepted their fate,” Feviel said behind him as they moved through the corridor toward the command chamber. “Haemos is dead. They probably think their forces are already broken.”He remained silent.“Or perhaps it’s seeing you with us,” Feviel added, a subtle taunt in his voice.“Let’s retrieve the Vulkar’s Rod piece and leave,” Araheen cut in, likely stepping between them before things escalated. “I feel something unpleasan
GILDEONWeeks passed.They secured three more Vulkar’s Rod fragments. The sylphs chose to house them in the war command chamber.Gildeon had initially wanted them assembled in the High Council chamber to make a statement. But when he realized this room sat directly beneath the Great Hall, where the sylphs were preparing a victory party, he let it go.All their highest-ranking officials would gather above this room that night, making it the perfect time to carry out his plan.“This is perfect,” he said aloud as he finished arranging the four calcified fragments on the table.He positioned them carefully—each piece angled inward, their broken ends facing one another to form a rough circle at the center.“How is this supposed to reveal Pyrehead’s location?” Feviel asked, skepticism plain on his face.“I need to activate the enchantment with my fire,” Gildeon replied. “But it won’t work until we have two more fragm
ARAHEENShe looked away to steady herself, then noticed the structural damage here was more contained than in the outer chamber, yet far more alarming.Cracks ran along the pillars, the walls, and even the ceiling. But what bothered her most were the fractures cutting through the sigils themselves.“How are the sigils breaking?” she asked in disbelief.Unless Garud was secretly a master sigilmaker, nothing else should have been capable of damaging these sigils.“That’s exactly what we’re trying to determine, Lady Commander.”The Warden exhaled, hands settling at his hips as his gaze swept the chamber before fixing on Garud.“Our working assumption is that the restraints are weakening, and that Garud has begun ramming itself against the structure in an attempt to break free.”“Has anyone else seen this?”“Only myself and the Vice Warden,” he replied. “I granted him access to the Pits, but he remains in th
ARAHEENHer father had once told her that only a handful of people had ever descended to the lowest level of the Crescent Tower. Most sylphs did not even know it existed.The secrets of the Pits had always been kept by the Warden—who had served since the tower’s founding—and by whoever bore the title of Army General.Araheen followed the Warden down a narrow corridor that ended in a recessed alcove carved into the stone wall. Suspended within it was a bronze falcon.The statue hovered motionless in the air. Its eyes, forged from a darker shade of bronze, seemed to watch them as they approached.The moment they stepped onto the platform, the falcon’s wings slowly spread.She glanced up at the Warden, faintly surprised that the broad-shouldered man could fit within the narrow alcove beside her. Or perhaps it was simply that she herself was smaller and lighter by comparison.The Warden suddenly went still. His eyes turne
ARAHEENThe question left Araheen silent for a moment. For an instant, it felt as if Kohina could see directly into her thoughts.Araheen broke the gaze, forcing her expression back into its usual calm.“I do not love him,” she said evenly.“Awakening cannot occur unless the sylph and the salamander share genuine feelings.”Araheen’s head snapped toward Kohina. “Arah had those feelings.”“Are the two of you not the same?”“We have different minds and different experiences.”Kohina sighed softly before stepping toward the bed and sitting at its edge.“Have you never considered,” the seer said, “that perhaps she was the person you were always meant to be?”“What exactly are you implying?”“You are a Fractured Sylph,” Kohina replied. “One born with unrestrained emotions who, after experiencing tragedy, chose to suppress them again for many years.”The seer tilted her head slightly and c
ARAHEENShe sat in the interrogator’s chair positioned beside the cell door.Her eyes drifted over Kohina, noting that the seer no longer showed any visible distress. Her hands had fully healed, both through her salamander physiology and the restorative magic of the sylphs. No trace of the horrific Devil Star damage remained.Kohina had been given a simple white dress. Among the sylphs, it was meant to be degrading—a symbolic stripping away of the enemies’ barbarity, replacing it with something the sylphs considered purity and dignity.Lately, the practice had begun to feel strange and wrong to Araheen.Much like many of their customs.“I trust this accommodation is better than the one you recently had,” she said, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her lap.Her eyes roamed around the chamber. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all forged from silver, every surface etched with dense layers of sigils.The
ARAHNatalia.That was Lexi’s real name, but the witch had asked them not to use it.She wasn’t exactly sure how their dinner conversation had taken a turn toward the witch’s past. And judging by the look on Gildeon’s face, he was genuinely interested in learning more about the mother of his child.
ARAHHer arm lifted instinctively, her wind tattoo already tingling, ready to release at any second.“Who are you?” she demanded.The man turned slowly, then drove his trekking pole into the rocky ground with a sudden force. The impact rattled the earth benea
GILDEONHe shifted back into his mortal beast form, letting the scales recede. There was no advantage in staying fully draconic—not when one wrong move could endanger the people he was trying to protect. Besides, he needed to conserve energy. But he kept enough fire burning inside to stay warm in t
GILDEONHe was certain that the blade was going to dig straight through his back, even if he managed to harden his scales in time.But it didn’t.A grim presence wrapped around him. His breath caught in his chest as the air filled with heavy energy.Su







