it was midnight and the war room breathed like a living thing at Vincent's stronghold. Shadows stretched long against the jagged walls, crawling upward as though desperate to escape. The ceiling arched into darkness, swallowing each sound until every word spoken inside seemed to echo with unnatural weight.Lanterns dangled low and the runes carved deep into the obsidian floor pulsed faintly, each symbol glowing like the heartbeat of the fortress itself. The scent of incense clung to the air.Lucas stood at the center of the circle. The light of the runes licked up his boots, tracing his outline in ghostly fire. His face was composed, and blank, but the steady rise and fall of his chest betrayed the war within. His heart thundered, beating against his ribs like war drums summoning armies.Around him, Vincent’s lieutenants stood in grim silence, a ring of predators ready to devour one of their own. Three shadow priests flanked the edges of the room, their robes pooling like spilled in
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