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The Shattered Vault Part B
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Queen of Supernatural The Shattered Vault Part B
They fell into darkness.The air tore at their lungs, thick and heavy, smelling of iron and old stone. The echo of their own screams trailed behind them, twisting into voices that were not theirs. Dust and shards tumbled past them in slow motion, suspended by some cruel gravity, and then everything slammed to a stop.Mia hit the ground hard, rolling instinctively to absorb the impact. Pain shot through her legs, but adrenaline carried her forward. Around her, the others were sprawled, coughing, groaning, and already gathering themselves. Damian helped Lysandra upright, checking her for injuries, while Kael’s eyes darted in every direction, blade drawn. Eryx groaned, trying to gather his sigil stones from the rubble. The Seer was already rising, staff in hand, eyes scanning the darkness.The chamber they landed in was unlike any they had seen. Black stone stretched upward, seemingly endless, pulsing faintly with violet light that ran through veins carved deep into the walls. Shadows mo
Queen of Supernatural The Shattered Vault Part A
The chamber convulsed.The floor cracked like brittle glass, jagged lines racing out from the mirror-pool as if the stone itself rejected what had just been unleashed. White light still bled from Mia’s pendant, clashing with the black fire of her reflection’s crown, and the air between them warped—sound bending, vision trembling, and the boundary between what was real and what was reflection shattering by the heartbeat.Damian staggered but didn’t yield, raising his shield again even though it was already fractured. His double pressed harder, relentlessly, its blade shrieking against the metal as sparks rained. Blood ran down Damian’s forearm from a deep cut, soaking his sleeve, but he gritted his teeth and shoved forward, answering steel with steel.“Mia!” he roared, his voice hoarse with strain. “Don’t let her pull you under!”But his warning was nearly lost beneath the chaos.Lysandra’s firestorm whirled wild, torn between her will and her reflection’s. Her double laughed in the fl
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The first clash came like the crack of thunder. Damian’s echo surged forward, steel drawn in a mirror’s shimmer, the blade gleaming with an otherworldly luster. It was his stance, his precision—yet warped. The reflection’s strikes carried a crueler, sharper rhythm, as if every flaw Damian had ever corrected in himself had been honed into a merciless advantage.Damian parried, sparks igniting as steel kissed steel. “Stand firm!” he barked, though his own breath came heavy, the weight of recognition burning behind his eyes. He was not simply fighting a foe—he was fighting the embodiment of every shadow of doubt he had buried beneath his vows.Lysandra’s echo erupted in a storm of flame, searing across the chamber. Her reflection’s fire wasn’t golden-red like hers—it burned a sickly, violet hue, twisting as though hungry to consume rather than protect. The real Lysandra raised her hands, meeting it with her own flare. Heat clashed against heat, the air shuddering under the pressure. For
Queen of Supernatural The Stairway of Echoes Part A
The gash in the floor yawned wider with a groan, exhaling a wind that reeked of iron and ancient stone. The scent carried a bitter tang, like blood left too long on a blade. Below, a staircase spiraled into the abyss, its steps glowing faintly as though veins of light were stitched through the rock itself. It didn’t look carved so much as grown, a structure birthed from something living, now petrified into form.No one moved.Mia stared down into the darkness, her heartbeat quickening until it matched the unnatural rhythm pulsing from below. Each step seemed to hum like the throb of a buried heart. Her throat went dry. The pendant at her chest responded with an answering pulse, as if recognizing the place—long before she consciously did.Lysandra’s firelight wavered in her hands. “We shouldn’t go down there,” she whispered, her usual confidence fraying at the edges. The flames sputtered with her nerves, their reflections jumping across the black stone walls like frantic shadows. “What
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The ruins breathed around them.Walls half-swallowed by roots leaned in close, as if the forest itself wanted to reclaim them. Symbols etched into cracked stone glowed faintly as the group passed, their light dimming and flaring in response to Mia’s pendant. Each step felt heavier, like they were not merely walking through stone halls but sinking into memory itself.“Don’t stray,” the Seer warned, her voice echoing unnaturally. “These passages are older than the pact. They were built to confuse intruders, to strip them of self.”The mist had followed them inside, pressing at their ankles, slithering up the walls like smoke that refused to dissipate. Every now and then, Mia thought she heard voices within it—half-familiar tones that tugged at her bones.Damian kept his shield raised, his other hand brushing her arm every few steps, grounding her. Kael prowled ahead like a predator, every muscle taut, blade ready. Lysandra’s fire lit their way, though the flame sputtered often, as if sm
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The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of promises unspoken. No one slept, though they tried. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, but every flicker seemed to carry the echo of Mia’s words—Let her come.Damian sat apart from the others, sharpening his blade though it needed no honing. His eyes never left Mia, who leaned against a moss-slick boulder, her pendant dim now but still pulsing with the faint rhythm of a heartbeat not her own.“Every time it glows,” Lysandra whispered, crouched near the ashes, “I feel the queen’s shadow pushing against me. Like smoke seeping into cracks.”Kael grunted, his hand resting near the hilt of his sword. “You think you feel it? She’s inside her. If Mia falls, we all fall.”Mia’s eyes snapped open at that, the firelight catching in her irises. “Then I won’t fall.” Her voice carried a steel that silenced them. “But I need more than will. I need truth. No more fragments, no more riddles. If the queen’s end was rewritten, then someone alive
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