LOGINThe moment the invisible mirror barrier flung his hand away, something inside Draven snapped completely.For a split second, he simply stood there—breathing hard, staring at the unseen force separating him from her.And then Philipa’s cries broke him.“Draven… please don’t hurt yourself...!” Her voice trembled, weak, breaking, filled with pain and fear. It wasn’t loud, but it cut deeper than anything.Draven stepped back slowly, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. His fingers curled, unclenched, then curled again.“…No,” he muttered under his breath.Then suddenly—He lunged forward.BOOM—!His fist slammed into the invisible barrier with brutal force. The entire chamber trembled but the barrier held.A violent rebound of energy shot back into his arm, forcing him a step backward.Draven didn’t stop. Again.BOOM—!!This time harder. The impact echoed like thunder, rippling through the pillars, disturbing the rhythm of the bloody stream and the elders who were still u
Draven moved first. Fast and unhesitating.The moment the energy ripple passed, he surged forward into a sprint, the others barely reacting in time before following him.Marko’s heart pounded violently.“We’re close—!” he called out, voice tight.The red glow ahead intensified with each step, and the chanting grew louder but more distorted.… inhuman.Then— They reached it.The passage opened suddenly into a vast underground chamber, but the sight that greeted them—made Marko’s blood run cold.He knew such a place existed but had never imagined it to be more darker than Marvin had described to him months ago. But when he saw who was on the altar—Philipa. Tied and moving less, his wolf surged violently within him— Wanting to fight, but the dark energy in this evil place suppressed it relentlessly. Then he watches Draven stepped fully into the chamber. Silence followed his entrance, tot immediate, but noticeable like a shift.The air itself seemed to react to him.Draven stood at the
Marko’s breath caught in his throat.“…Draven.”The name hung in the air for a split second.Draven didn’t respond immediately.He stood with his back half-turned, shoulders rising and falling rapidly, as if he had just forced himself to stop rather than kept running past them entirely.The tension around him was suffocating.Marko pushed himself up quickly, ignoring the sting in his shoulder. The two men beside him also recovered to their feet, instinctively forming a cautious stance.“Draven—wait—” Marko began.But Draven turned sharply.And in that instant—Marko stopped speaking.Draven’s eyes, they were different. Not just intense or just angry, they carried something deeper and something unstable.His breathing was uneven, his jaw clenched tightly as another wave of pain seemed to ripple through him. His hand hovered near his chest again, but he forced it down.“Talk,” Draven said coldly, voice rough.“Now.”Marko swallowed.“…We’ve found her location.”Draven’s expression didn’t
AHHHHHHHH—!!!”Philipa screamed again, but this time, louder and more desperate.Her entire body arched violently as invisible forces tore through her. It felt like blades, thousands of them, piercing her skin, her muscles and even bones.“STOP—!! PLEASE—!!”Her voice cracked into sobs while her wolf surged inside her—furious, desperate, fighting to break free. But the dark magic pressed down harder.Crushing, suppressing and draining her wolf's energy.“No… no…” she whispered weakly as her strength began to fade.The more she resisted—The worse the pain became. And her body began to tremble uncontrollably, until her vision blurred.Still— they showed no mercy. Not even a pause or a chance of escape for.Kaden watched silently and unmoved by his sister's screams of agony. A slow, twisted curiosity filled his gaze.“…So this is it…” he murmured under his breath.“…the power they spoke about…”His lips curled slightly.“Interesting.”----Meanwhile…Marko’s mind was in complete chaos as
Draven’s boots slammed violently against the stone floor as he burst out of the hidden archive passage.His breathing was ragged, uneven and wild.“Where… where are you…?” he muttered under his breath, his voice breaking with urgency.His eyes darted around the dark corridors, searching and calculatingevery angles of the academy.For the first time in a long while… Draven didn’t have control over something he desperately wanted, and it showed.Then—BOOM.A sharp, violent pain exploded in his chest.“—Ghh!”His body jerked violently as if something had stabbed straight through his heart.His hand flew to his chest instantly, fingers clawing at his shirt.He staggered forward—Then dropped to one knee.“Ahh—!”A hoarse groan tore from his throat as the pain deepened. It wasn’t physical blade or wound, but it felt like his very soul was being ripped apart.His wolf howled inside him not in rage though, it was pure pain and fear.Draven’s eyes widened.“…Philipa…”His voice came out strain
Darkson’s smirk lingered as his gaze shifted between Jay who held his arms firmly.The tension in the air thickened instantly.“Let him go,” Jay repeated, his voice calm—but edged with something sharp beneath it.Darkson chuckled under his breath.“And why would I do that?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “You just appeared out of nowhere and now you’re giving me orders?”Jay’s grip tightened.“Because this is the academy grounds,” he replied coldly. “And what you’re doing is excessive.”Darkson glanced down at Rowan’s battered form on the ground. Then back at them.His grin widened.“Excessive?” he echoed. “He was sneaking around like a rat past curfew. I asked questions. He chose to stay silent.”Jay’s eyes narrowed.“And you chose to beat him half to death?”Darkson’s expression darkened slightly.“Don’t pretend you don’t understand how this works,” he said flatly. “Secrets don’t get protected for free, and you yourself is a bully.”Rowan let out a weak cough on the ground, hi
Philipa kept a careful distance as she followed him through the dimly lit corridors.The academy at night felt completely different—quiet, heavy, as if the walls themselves were listening. Torches burned low, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted along the stone floors.Draven moved like
Draven broke the silence first.“You need to sleep,” he said quietly.Philipa let out a short, humorless laugh. “Sleep? After all that?”“I’ll stay awake,” he replied. “No one will come near this room again tonight.”She turned to look at him. “You sound very sure again.”“I don’t make promises I c
Beta Delon and Gamma Phil sat across from each other inside Delon’s private study.The room was dimly lit, the tall shelves lined with scrolls, sealed documents, and worn records of past reports and records. A large wooden table stood between them, scattered with freshly delivered scout reports fr
The room was quiet... Too quiet.Philipa stirred slowly, her brows knitting as pain rippled through her body. Every muscle protested as awareness crept back in. Her arms throbbed, her legs felt heavy, and her head pulsed faintly, as if someone had been tapping it from the inside.She hissed softly







