Semua Bab THE SILVER LINING: Bab 31 - Bab 37

One lifted his arm in a gesture of suggestion toward a white boy little more than ten, in the corner.The spell began to form.Miyal flashed like lightning — his sword glinted through the air, severing the energy before it could strike the boy.A flash of power flared. Screams erupted.The Shadebinders fell back, shocked."You dare challenge her?" they snarled.Miyal's voice was iron. "I won't let her turn this into a graveyard."The tent interior was now a battlefield of language and magic.Refugees clung to one another, injured and terrified, ash- and tear-streamed hollow faces. Some were lightly scratched — no infection, no fever in their eyes — but they bore marks like lepers."Alpha, please," one of the old women wept, holding her grandchild to her back. "It was just a scratch. I swear to the moon, I'm clean!""Let them go!" Miyal bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "These are our people!"Behind him, Perfera stepped into view, the two Shadebinders at her

She paused.Then opened it.".The air shifted immediately — colder, denser.From the shadows, her warlock advisor emerged."My lady…" he warned. "You vowed once never to open that book.""I never vowed," she said coldly. "And besides… losers make rules."She turned a page — blood-red text exhaled onto the parchment, vibrating with forbidden power. Necromancy. Soul merging. Harvest spells that derived strength not in sacrifice… but in bondage."I will obtain a vessel," she spoke softly. "And I will feed this plague something new. A hunger that is beholden to me."The warlock hesitated. "And… the Alpha?"Perfera's mouth twisted into something sour. "He's already empty. Let whatever demons still linger within him struggle to reach beyond my mark."She pulled out a talisman from her arm — a piece of charred celestial scale, infused with curse-ink and stamped with her blood."I'll summon it back. The thing she put away. The weapon even the old gods feared."She turned to face the mirror, n

"And inform the elders," she said, nearly softly, "that I am not to be disturbed again except in case the citadel is afire."The attendant nodded fearfully and left, closing doors behind him.Perfera was alone once more when she went back to her mirror.She stretched out, and this time — she didn't whisper.She ordered."Show me her again."But the mirror didn't show.No image.No flicker.Nothing.Perfera's face contorted. She smashed both hands on the glass. "Show me!"Still, the mirror didn't obey. Not from shattered magic.But from defiance.Perfera stood in front of the mirror again, robes flowing around her like smoke. The room throbbed with dark power, the pages of the forbidden book waving in the unnatural breeze.The mirror was still black — but this time, she didn't care.She laughed. Light at first. Growing louder."Hah… Hahaha…"Her laughter barked off the stone walls like the laughter of an advancing storm.I guessed it. Krishna is really dead," she declared, combing her

Hidden Sanctuary – Brunschiere ForestUnder the Silverroot Trees, DuskThe wind breathed through the ancient canopy, disturbing the violet leaves of Brunschiere's towering trees. The sanctuary shone with soft blue runes etched into bark, glinting like stars spilled across wood and moss. A soft mist hung on the forest floor, scented with crushed herbs and spell-drenched soil.Krishna knelt beside a stone basin, stirring crushed wolfsbane and moonflower nectar together in a rich golden potion. Her fingers moved with ease — but something trembled in her breath.She hesitated.The pestle slipped a little in her hand.Outside the clearing, the laughter of children danced on the air. Elders sang. Elves, wizards, and wild kinfolk moved about in peace.But Krishna's hand hung over the bowl… suspended.A whisper wove the wind.Faint. Far away."Forgive us. Return… save us…"Her spine locked hard. A quiver ran through her ribs like ice water down a flame.The potion started bubbling abnormally.