LOGINThe crack in the crystal spread like a spiderweb, and a wave of cold dread washed over Cole. He clutched it tighter, but the damage was done—primal energy seeped through the fissures, mixing with Leo’s spirit and the balance power, sending jolts of pain up his arm. Lila grabbed his hand, her light wrapping around him, trying to steady him. “Cole, what’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes wide with fear as she saw the crack. “What did that voice say?” He shook his head, his jaw tight. “It was the first god,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “The one they called the Forgotten. He built the door. He sent the fleet. And he’s coming.” A gasp went up from the survivors who had heard him. Jade stepped forward, her dagger still in her hand, her face set with grim determination. “Three days,” she said. “We have three days to find a way to stop him. To fix the crystal. To save this world.” Cole looked at the cracked crystal, feeling Leo’s spirit
The door in the scrying pool loomed larger with each passing second, its runes glowing brighter, its pulse of power growing stronger. Lyra stumbled back from the water, her hands shaking as she watched the ancient stone slabs grind open, revealing only darkness beyond—but a darkness that hummed with a life of its own. “It’s accelerating,” she breathed. “I’ve never felt anything like it. Not void energy. Not light. Not shadow. It’s… primal. Older than all of them.” Cole clutched the golden-black crystal tighter, feeling Leo’s spirit stir within it—warm, steady, a quiet anchor in the rising storm. “We need to warn the others,” he said, turning to Lila. “Get Jade. Get my father. Get every warrior and healer we have. We need to strengthen the barrier now.” Lila nodded, her light magic flaring to life around her as she turned and ran toward the valley. Cole and Lyra followed, their feet pounding against the earth as they raced back to the communit
The light was so bright it felt like the sun had exploded in the clearing. Lila threw her arms around Cole, shielding his body with hers as waves of energy washed over them—warm and cold at once, gentle and devastating. The Void Queen’s scream was swallowed by the roar of power, and when the light finally faded, the clearing was unrecognizable.The crystal spire still stood, but it now glowed with a soft, golden-black light. The Void warriors were gone—vanished into the energy wave. The light guardians lay on the ground, breathing but weakened. And in the center of the clearing, where Leo had stood, there was nothing left but a single, small crystal—half black, half gold, pulsing with a quiet energy.Cole pulled away from Lila, his legs shaking as he walked toward the crystal. He knelt down and picked it up, his fingers tracing its smooth surface. He could feel Leo’s presence in it—not his physical form, but his spirit, merged with the balance of light and dark he had created.“He’s s
The name hung in the air like a curse, and for a split second, the entire chamber fell silent. Even the other Void warriors paused, their swords hovering mid-strike as they watched the two brothers face off. Lila and Jade stood frozen beside Cole, their eyes wide with shock—neither had ever heard him mention a brother. Leo circled Cole slowly, his sword held ready, but his eyes held a flicker of something that wasn’t just darkness. Grief. Anger. Hurt. “You didn’t even look for me,” he said, his voice rough. “Father told you I was dead, and you just… believed him. You moved on. Became the perfect little Shadow Keeper, while I was trapped in the void, being broken down piece by piece.” Cole’s heart ached, the weight of it threatening to crush his resolve. “I would have looked,” he whispered, his hands trembling. “If I’d known—if father had told me—” “Told you?” Leo laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “He sent me there. He sacrificed me t
The cold that lingered after the Void Queen’s departure seeped deeper than any mountain chill. Cole knelt beside his father, whose breathing was shallow but steady, while Elara limped over to tend to him, her healing light glowing faintly in her palms. Lila stood watch at the edge of the valley, her eyes fixed on the spot where the dark figures had vanished, her jaw set. “He’s stable,” Elara said, wiping sweat from her brow. “But the shadow left its mark. It’ll take time for him to fully recover—and even then… I don’t know if he’ll be the same.” Cole nodded, his gaze drifting to the Blade of Annihilation, which lay inert in the dust. It no longer hummed with darkness, but its black surface still seemed to drink in the light. Jade walked over and kicked it gently with her boot, a look of disgust on her face. “We should destroy it,” she said. “Before someone else finds it.” “Can we?” Lila asked, turning from the valley. “It’s forged from
The Blade of Annihilation’s shadow fell over Cole like a shroud, and for the first time in his life as the Balance Keeper, fear seized him. Not the hot, sharp fear of betrayal or death—but a cold, deep dread that settled in his bones, because the man standing before him was not just a stranger in his father’s form. It was him—the same hands that had taught Cole to wield shadow, the same voice that had told him bedtime stories by the fire. “Father?” Cole whispered, his power flickering for a moment as confusion warred with his resolve. Jade pulled away from him, her eyes wide with terror, while Lila scrambled to her feet, her own light flaring to life despite the exhaustion that wracked her body. His father’s lips curved into a bitter smile, the skull on his sword’s hilt seeming to grin in unison. “You called me that once, didn’t you? Before you let me die. Before you took the title that was never meant to be yours.” Cole’s heart lurches. “I d







