ARAH
All she wanted was to escape to another memory. The thought of staying, of witnessing what she feared might happen, made her stomach churn. She wasn’t sure she had the strength to watch if her worst guess came true.
“What are we going to do, Rose?” Lily whispered, her body trembling next to her sister.
“We’ll run. Like Mama taught us,” Rose replied in a hushed tone.
The girls turned and bolted, their breaths sharp and panicked. For a moment, Arah felt a flicker of relief, hopeful they had escaped, but it quickly vanished as the men closed the distance with alarming speed. One grabbed Rose by her hair, yanking her backward. She let out a choked scream, her hands clawing at his grip. Lily turned, only to meet the same fate, her shriek piercing the night as another man snagged her by her locks.
“Let us go!” Lily shouted.
“You devil children shouldn’t live,”
ARAHThey returned to the reception without saying a word to each other. It felt as though an invisible weight lingered in the space between them.Arah’s mind was spinning. So many thoughts, so many emotions, all tangled together. But one kept rising above the rest, refusing to let her go.Nick had died. And she had brought him back.Her subconscious had somehow guided her into making the Resurrection Sigil work. She could still feel the phantom sting of the sigil needle piercing her palm, each prick burning into her skin. But as soon as the sigil’s purpose was fulfilled, the mark vanished. Her body had healed over the wound completely, leaving no trace. Not even a smear of blood used as ink remained.Sweet music played softly in the background, a romantic melody lilting through the air. All eyes were on the bride and groom swaying in the center of the dance floor. Mabel’s smile was radiant, her cheeks glowing, and Arah could see t
GILDEONHe ignited his dragon sight, and the mark flared in a brilliant blue glow. The true Resurrection Sigil—real, alive, working before his eyes. For a moment, he could hardly believe it.His gaze lifted to Arah. Determination and desperation etched her face. She hadn’t regained all her memories—he was sure of that—but something had returned. Enough to unlock this buried knowledge and wield her power again.He needed to know how much she remembered. The warrior in him urged caution. All he knew of her past was that she was a powerful sigilmaker.Which had turned out not to be a rumor at all. Arah had proven it on multiple occasions. Until now, he still couldn’t believe she had slain both Zylas in dragon form and Drusden.An ordinary sylph wouldn’t have been able to do that.So now, watching her true sigilmaking in action, he couldn’t help but wonder:What if Arah reverted t
ARAHThe world shifted around her. Suddenly, Arah found her hand clamped around Nick’s throat.A loud gasp tore from her lips as awareness slammed back into her. She released him instantly, stumbling backward just as his body crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud.Her whole body trembled. Her breaths were shallow.She could hear waves crashing from behind her and smelled the sharp, familiar scent of salt and sand. Dizzy and disoriented, she spun around, trying to place herself, and realized they were back at the shore near the wedding venue.Back in the present.Her eyes dropped to her feet, and her heart stopped.Nick lay sprawled across the sand, his body unnaturally still. His suit was sprinkled with grains of sand where he’d fallen, and his skin had already turned a pale shade. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted. There was no rise in his chest. No movement.No life.Arah dropped to her kn
ARAHShe saw Araheen standing at the crest of a hill, her gaze locked on the chaos unfolding below. Flames licked the edges of the camps, casting a flickering, sinister glow across the steppe surrounding the garrison. The night air pulsed with the thrum of magic and the heavy scent of scorched earth and churned soil.A few feet away, two eagles perched in silence. Their wings fluttered now and then, breaking the stillness with soft, sharp screeches. Their calm presence was a contrast to the violence echoing across the plains—clashing steel, whistling arrows, and the guttural roars of warriors locked in combat.Arah could feel it all. The spirit of the battle was seeping into her skin, winding through her chest, curling tightly around her gut.They were on a battlefield. The salamanders and sylphs were fighting.Araheen wasn’t here alone.A male sylph sat on a tree stump nearby, calmly polishing his longsword. His dark blue h
ARAHNick led her into a chamber with white brick walls, each one painted with intricate sigils. Overhead, constellations were etched into the ceiling, glowing softly like they were alive. The floor was an illusion—one moment it felt like walking on a sea of clouds, the next like floating above a void of endless darkness.It didn’t unsettle her much as she was used to heights. Floating came naturally to her, a reflex buried deep in her sylph nature. Still, she had to admit it was eerie. And she’d be lying if she said it didn’t give her goosebumps.Ahead, women stood silently on either side of what looked like an aisle down the center of the room. She counted seven on each side. They wore long white cloaks, their sleek white hair braided neatly down their backs. Pale blue eyes peeked out from behind white veils that covered the upper halves of their faces.They looked just like the veiled women who had shown young A
ARAHBy this time, Father had been promoted to general. And it meant Araheen was now the daughter of the most powerful figure in sylph society. This didn’t surprise Arah, for Father had always carried a commanding presence. Authority clung to him like armor.What she didn’t expect… was to see herself included in a high-level military council. She wasn’t really at the center of the discussion. She was merely standing at the back, alongside other sylphs around her age, all of whom likely held important positions as well.Still, it was a striking contrast to the days when Young Araheen had to hide behind walls just to eavesdrop on conversations like these.“The poison mist we released in the eastern region failed to deliver its intended result,” said Lord Erminius, seated beside her father. “The salamanders seem to have developed an even greater resistance.”“At this rate, the weapon we’ve invested years into will become obsolete,” an