Mag-log inEliraThe first demon arrived bleeding.Two soldiers carried him between them, his weight sagging heavily against their shoulders as they pushed through the doors of the healing chamber. The moment they crossed the threshold the smell of iron filled the room, sharp and metallic enough to sting the back of my throat.Maela moved before anyone else did.She stepped forward with practiced speed, already reaching for the cloth strips stacked along the nearest table.“Over here,” she ordered, directing them toward the long stone slab in the center of the room.They lowered the wounded demon carefully, though careful hardly seemed like the right word for the state he was in. A deep gash ran across his side, wide enough that I could see muscle beneath the torn armor where something had ripped through it.My hands were already moving.Healing had become instinct now. The moment I saw the wound, something inside me reached for the power that lived beneath my skin. I stepped forward, placing bo
RonanThe sound came again.Stone scraping softly against stone somewhere deeper in the corridor, followed by a low metallic drag that echoed through the narrow passage like claws being pulled across iron. Every wolf in the formation went still the moment it reached our ears. Weapons lifted. Shoulders squared. Breaths slowed as the men instinctively shifted into the quiet, coiled readiness that came before a fight.The labyrinth had been silent for hours.Now it wasn’t.I raised two fingers without looking back, and the wolves behind me spread out slightly along the corridor walls. The space was narrow enough that we couldn’t form a full battle line, but years of fighting together had trained them well. No one panicked. No one spoke. Steel slid quietly from sheaths as the sound moved closer through the darkness ahead.The bond pulsed faintly in my chest again, the same distant tug I had been following since we entered the maze.Forward.Whatever was coming was between us and the direc
RonanThe deeper we moved into the labyrinth, the more the place began to feel alive.Not in the way forests felt alive, where wind moved through branches and animals stirred in the underbrush. This was something colder. Something deliberate. The black stone corridors rose high on either side of us, their surfaces smooth and seamless as if they had been carved from a single endless wall rather than built piece by piece. The air carried a strange heat that clung to the back of my throat, dry and faintly metallic, and every sound we made seemed to echo longer than it should.Footsteps. Armor shifting. The quiet murmur of wolves speaking under their breath.All of it bounced back at us from the stone.We had been walking for what felt like hours.No one had seen the sky since we passed through the portal in the Wastelands, but the longer we moved through the maze, the more the men began glancing upward anyway as if instinct expected to find the sun somewhere above those towering walls.T
AshThe moment I closed the viewing portal, the chamber fell silent behind me.The last ripple of magic folded inward until the air was perfectly still again, leaving nothing behind but the faint smell of scorched stone where the portal had burned through the space between realms. I let the quiet linger for a moment as I studied the carved map of the labyrinth spread across the stone table.They had made it farther than I expected.That alone was mildly irritating.Still, irritation was a very different thing from concern.Ronan had always been stubborn. Even as a child he had possessed that same reckless certainty that brute force could solve any problem placed before him. Watching him lead a pack of wolves into the labyrinth with barely a hundred soldiers at his back was exactly the sort of foolish decision I would have expected from him.A small army might survive the first corridors.It would not survive the labyrinth itself.I straightened slowly, folding my hands behind my back
EliraPreparing for battle in the demon city felt strangely calm.I had expected chaos when Ash said intruders had entered the labyrinth. In the world I remembered—whatever pieces of it remained—war meant noise and urgency, people shouting orders and running through corridors with weapons drawn. Here, the opposite seemed true. The deeper chambers of the palace moved with a quiet precision that felt almost ritualistic, as though every demon already understood their role before Ash ever spoke the command.Maela led me through the long corridor that curved beneath the palace. The black stone walls reflected the glow of the blue braziers set into the arches overhead, their flames burning with that strange cold color that never quite stopped feeling unnatural to me. The air grew warmer as we descended, the heat from the braziers mixing with the steady hum of magic that seemed to live inside the stone itself.By the time we reached the healing chamber, several demons were already preparing
EliraAsh insisted I take the evening off.He said it with the same calm certainty he used whenever he made a decision that he had no intention of letting me argue with. I had tried once—more out of habit than genuine protest—but he had simply smiled and taken my hand, guiding me toward the great hall as though rest were not optional.“You’ve been working constantly,” he had told me earlier. “Even queens deserve an evening without responsibility.”The grand hall had been transformed.Massive braziers burned along the perimeter of the chamber, their flames casting shifting patterns across the dark stone floor. The fire here never burned the same way it did on the surface. Instead of orange and gold, the flames flickered deep blue and violet, throwing long shadows up the towering pillars that framed the room.A wide circle had been cleared in the center of the hall for the performers.Ash lounged beside me on the raised platform overlooking the space, his posture relaxed, one arm restin







