(Ryker’s POV)Visions flickered in the corners of my mind: warriors in the dark, a broken sun, a tide of shadow rising to drown the world.And then—Clara’s face. Her flame, a single spark in the darkness, fighting to hold back the night.I clenched my jaw, forcing the visions away.“No darkness takes me,” I growled. “Not while I have breath.”The sword hummed in response, its runes glowing faintly. I could feel it now—this was a weapon forged in the old wars, made to fight what could not be killed by steel alone.If the Old Ones were stirring, then this was what we needed.I slid the blade into the scabbard on my back and turned, the firelight glinting off the silver etchings.“Hold on, Clara,” I whispered again. “I’m coming.”The wind outside had risen to a keening howl, carrying with it the promise of blood and darkness. But I didn’t falter.Because now—now we had a fighting chance.And no darkness would take this world while I still had strength to stand.The wind outside had turned vicious,
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