LOGINZade
Afternoon sunlight poured through the healing room’s enormous glass windows in thick golden bands. Fine dust drifted through the air, and the fire in the hearth had burned down to glowing embers, filling the room with a lazy, pleasant warmth.For one moment, perhaps for the first time in my life, perfect peace surrounded me.Leaning back in my chair, I watched Eira.She was half-sitting in bed, her back supported by soft pillows. Healthy color had retuEiraThe Hall of the Ancestors, hidden deep within the belly of the mountain, offered an isolated, timeless refuge, but our time was running out with merciless speed. And worse, so was my patience.We had been here for five days now. My body had physically recovered. The cut the Bloodstiller’s blade had left on my left thigh had healed completely, but its mark had not faded at all. A long, uneven scar remained on my skin, throbbing as though a foreign heart were beating beneath it. Whenever Zade came near me, a faint greenish-gold light pulsed along the scar, and a hot, burning itch traveled up from my leg toward my spine, concentrating the tension between my thighs.The dragonfire that had saved my life was inside my blood now.And it had absolutely no intention of obeying me.We stood on the windswept plateau known as the Whispering Peak, high above the hall. The air was so thin and freezing here that every breath sliced into my lungs like a blade.“You’re holding it too tightly, Ei
EiraDarkness released me slowly, reluctantly, as if I were swimming up from a deep lake filled with dense, heavy water.The first thing I became aware of was warmth. Not the scorching, destructive heat that had nearly consumed me in the throne room, but a soft, soothing warmth. The air was filled with the scent of pine resin, incense, and dried herbs, mingling with the sharp, rain-soaked smell of ozone I would have recognized among a thousand others.I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred for a moment before it slowly came into focus. I was lying in a spacious, domed stone chamber on a thick bed layered with soft animal furs. The walls were broken up by rough yet beautifully carved stone pillars, and in one corner, a massive fireplace crackled with a comforting blaze.And there he was.Zade was slumped over on a low wooden stool beside my bed. He had already removed his armor and weapons, wearing only a simple black linen shirt and trousers. His hair was messy, dark stubble covered
ZadeThe silence that settled over the throne room after the battle was heavier and more suffocating than any scream. Only the crackling of flames and the ragged sound of my own breathing broke the deadly stillness.Eira lay in my arms, her head resting limply against my chest. Her skin, already porcelain pale, had taken on the color of ash. My hand, a hand tempered by dragon blood and shadowsteel, a hand that had killed a thousand men without hesitation, now trembled uncontrollably as I pressed against her thigh. Warm, dark crimson blood seeped relentlessly between my fingers, spilling across the frozen floor.“Eira…” I whispered, my voice breaking.I clung to the bond, but the brilliant, vibrant energy that had once pulsed between us was now little more than the dying flame of a candle.“Little bird, can you hear me? Don’t you dare fall asleep. Do you understand? That’s an order.”No answer came.Her consciousness drifted through deep, dark waters, far beyond my reach.Footsteps ech
EiraThe sound of the first clash was as if the mountain itself had split in two.The dark armored royal knights crashed against the defenders of the throne room like a wave, but that wave struck an unstoppable wall of flame. The bond that had previously existed only between Zade and me expanded, transforming into a pulsing, unstoppable magical triangle, its third point raging outside in the courtyard. Noctis’s presence in my mind was like a massive, dark storm cloud, scorching, wild, and endlessly loyal.I raised my hands, and greenish white aether magic burst from my fingertips with a scream.This was not a simple spell. The moment my light met the strikes of Zade’s shadowsteel sword, the two energies fused together. One moment, I sent a dozen royal hunters flying through the air with an invisible telekinetic force, the next, black and golden flames erupted from Zade’s blade, burning them to ash before they could even hit the ground. We moved as if we were a single body, a single mi
EiraThe tension inside the throne room had become so thick and suffocating it felt as though the air itself could be carved apart.Zade stood unarmed in the center of the hall.His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths from exhaustion and adrenaline. Melted snow and dried blood clung to his dark hair. His eyes still burned with that unnatural, dragon blood awakened golden fire, yet his sword, the shadowsteel blade shrouded in black smoke, lay obediently upon the freezing stone floor.Kaelen slowly and silently descended the steps of his ice-carved throne.His movements were graceful, almost predatory, his black cloak gliding behind him like a living shadow. With every step, the temperature in the chamber seemed to fall.Yet as he approached us…Something else happened.Zade’s mere presence began melting the frost.Although the prince didn’t move a single muscle, such an overwhelming wave of possessive
ZadeThe Fortress of No Man’s Land was no ordinary structure. It was a dark, living wound carved into the flesh of the mountain peaks. As Lucius and I crossed the moat beneath the main gate, the air changed. The cold was no longer our only enemy. Magic seeped from the stone walls themselves, heavy, suffocating, and haunting.“This doesn’t feel like a guarded fortress,” Lucius remarked, gripping his twin swords tightly. “It feels more like a tomb.”“Then it’s about time we woke the dead,” I replied, driving a single kick into the rusted iron braces of the main gate.The gates burst open.No guards waited for us in the courtyard.Only the wind howled through the rows of stone pillars.The sight before me stole my breath.Noctis stood there, frozen solid, like an enormous black statue.Seeing my dragon, the other half of my soul, trapped so helplessly within the ice filled me with such fury that the black
Eira The silence in the room was not peaceful. It was suffocating. I listened to the prince's steady deep breathing from the massive bed across the room, and every beat of my heart told me the same thing. Run. Now or never. I waited. It felt like hours before I dared to move. Moonlight st
Eira The darkness was not friendly. It felt as if heavy weights pressed down on my chest while the walls moved closer inch by inch, ready to crush me completely. Then suddenly there was air. Cold, clean air filled my lungs, carrying the scent of mint and pine. My eyelids trembled. The
Zade Her wrist was thin, almost fragile in my grip, yet the tension radiating from her felt like a drawn bowstring. As I led her deeper into the belly of the palace, the corridors grew narrower and the walls glistened with dampness in the torchlight. Something was wrong. This was not the
Eira After the door closed behind Zade I was left alone in the steaming silence. The water was hot, almost burning my skin, but I welcomed the pain. I scrubbed myself with the rough sponge until my skin turned red. I wanted to wash everything off. The dust of the streets. The memory of the th







