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Kane’s POVDarkness didn’t take him gently. It dragged.Kane drifted somewhere between breath and nothing, caught in a space where time had no meaning and pain had no edges - only pressure. Weight. A constant pull downward.But he wasn’t alone.Lyra. The bond flickered again. Faint. Fractured.But there.He clung to it like a lifeline.Then pain returned. Not slowly. Not mercifully. It slammed into him.Kane gasped, body jerking violently as something forced air back into his lungs. His back arched, muscles locking as fire - no, not fire - ice tore through his veins.Voices broke through the haze.“Hold him-!”“Don’t let it reach his heart!”“He’s fighting it - gods, he’s actually fighting it-”Hands pinned his shoulders. Kane tried to move, but failed. His body felt too heavy, too distant, like it belonged to someone else.Then a voice cut through everything.“Enough.”Silence followed instantly. Even the pain seemed to pause.Kane forced his eyes open. Blurred shapes sharpened slowly

Kane POVKane finally pushed himself up onto his elbows. It took more effort than it should have.“Careful.” Valeria’s voice cut in from his left.He glanced over. She sat against a nearby rock, her arm bound tightly at the shoulder, pale but upright. Alive.He let out a breath. “You look worse than I feel.” he said.She snorted softly. “That’s because you’re stubborn enough to ignore half your injuries.”“Only half?”“On a good day.” She smiled with amusement.Kane shifted again, slower this time, managing to sit fully upright. The world tilted briefly, then settled.Progress.“Where’s Thorne?” he asked.“Harassing the scouts.” Valeria replied. “Trying to make sense of what’s left of the terrain around the fortress.”Kane nodded. His gaze drifted across the clearing.More warriors had arrived during the night. He could tell by the armor - different markings, different pack sigils. All unified under one banner now.The High King’s.The King himself stood near the edge of the clearing,

Kane’s POVThe forest grew quieter the closer they got. Not in a peaceful way, but empty. Like nothing was alive here.Kane moved at the front of the formation, every step deliberate despite the lingering weakness in his body. The ground sloped downward beneath their boots, roots twisting through stone as the terrain shifted from dense woodland into broken ridges and exposed rock.The eastern slope. The scouts hadn’t been wrong.Behind him, the team followed in tight silence. Thorne at his right, two of Alaric’s elite warriors at his left, and a handful of Blackstone fighters forming the rear. No wasted movement. No unnecessary sound.This wasn’t an army. But it has to be enough. It has to. - Kane thought. - They are my blades.And they were about to walk straight into the mountain, where they lost so many other warriors.Kane lifted a hand. The group stopped instantly. Ahead, the trees thinned just enough to reveal it. - The collapsed tower.It barely deserved the name anymore.Stone

Kane’s POVThe thing stepped into the light and every instinct in Kane’s body snapped into violence.“Hold.” he ordered sharply, even as his own claws threatened to surface.The creature was wrong. Too tall. Too thin.Its form stretched unnaturally, edges shifting like smoke caught between breaths. It didn’t walk - it glided, the ground beneath it barely acknowledging its presence.And its face... There wasn’t one. Not truly.Just a suggestion of features where darkness gathered slightly thicker, enough to form the illusion of watching eyes.Thorne stepped half a pace forward, blade already raised. “Say the word.”Kane didn’t. Because something in him - something deeper than instinct - didn’t felt threat. Didn’t felt like a prey.It felt… Familiar.The creature stopped a few feet from them.Close enough now that the faint blue glow of the enchanted stone bled through its form without resistance. Like light through mist.The warriors held their line. Tense and ready. But unmoving.“St

Lyra’s POVThe world felt… quieter. Lighter. Like something heavy had finally lifted its weight off it. Or maybe it was only Lyra's feeling, because she felt lighter after Rouge King's death. It didn't solve the problem of the Shadow Order wanting her a bit too much for her taste. But it was a huge step forward. They have stopped their march for few breaths when they felt it was safe enough to make a stop. Lyra stood now at the edge of the clearing, watching the distant mountains where the fortress had once pulsed with darkness. Now there was nothing but stone and fading echoes of something that had tried to consume everything.It was gone. She should have felt relief. She really did. But it was tangled with something else. Something new.Something inside her that hadn’t been there before. It's gift. You will see the truth... Felt very ominous.Her fingers brushed the pendant at her throat. The stone was warm - steady now, no longer pulsing wildly. It felt… whole in a way it hadn’t b