Sylas"You should've killed him when you had the chance," Colin Owl mutters from the corner of my chamber, his feathers rustling as he shifts on the high wooden perch.I don't answer him right away. My fingers are busy tracing the lines on the spell-scroll that still glows on the floor, heat lingering in its center like a quiet ember. It's done now and that's final. No one-not even the Dark Council-can undo it. Not unless they tear the very fabric of the portal apart, and if they try, they'll burn with it."Killing is easy," I finally say, voice low and controlled. "But killing is the kind of justice they understand. I want something else. I want them powerless first. I want them afraid and lost. I want them to taste what they served me."Colin doesn't speak again because he knows better. He may be a creature of wisdom, but even wisdom knows when to hold its tongue.I lean back against the wall of my chamber. It's quiet here, tucked deep into the Forgotten Hollow, where even echoes kn
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