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Fractured paths

Author: C.s miracle
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Deep beneath the New York fortress, in a chamber layered with sigils and protective spells, Elias, Cassian, Seraphina, Malthea, and Bain gathered around the crystal table. Aragorn, still swaddled in Cassie’s arms, cooed softly as the energy in the room shifted.

“The vision he gave us…” Elias whispered. “I can still see it — a door of ivory, standing between two great voids.”

Cassian, standing next to him, added in his calm, eerie voice, “The Hollow King fears it. That’s why he fights harder now.”

Seraphina narrowed her eyes. “An ivory gate is an old symbol. Ancient even to us. It was used by the first Guardians in the Veil War. A path not of attack, but of binding.”

“Binding?” Bain asked.

“Not destroy him outright — but lock him where his hunger cannot reach us,” Malthea said.

“But it will require a relic that was long thought lost,” Seraphina whispered. “The Mirror of Orona.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. They all knew: the Mirror was hidden across forbidden lands guarded by bo
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