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Unseen blade

Author: C.s miracle
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Back in Manhattan’s penthouse war room, the Thorned Circle reconvened around the holo-map—now marked with the Spire’s shattered core and sites of reclaimed outposts. The Heart of Thorns pulse-steady in the center.

Bain closed his eyes. “She’s wounded… but not broken.”

Cassie held Aragorn close. “Our victory lit every ward in the city. But the world beyond still bleeds hollow.”

Elias touched the map: “The covens reported renewed strength in Naples, Lisbon, and Stockholm. They’re ready to stand with us.”

Cassian, perched on the table’s edge, grinned. “Then we bring them in.”

II. The Coven Conclave

That evening, Seraphina and Malthea hosted an exclusive convocation at Villa Silenzio’s moonlit gardens. Through enchanted mirrors and holo-comm, the Circle addressed sister covens across the globe:

• Signora Bianca (Milan): Swayed the banking houses to freeze any cult assets.

• Aunt Inez (Lisbon): Mobilized the Flamespeakers for citywide warding.

• Fröken Ingrid (Stockholm): Completed the Lur
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