Isadora:Every breath I drew was thick with smoke and the residue of Maldric’s magic, a metallic tang that made my teeth ache. Shadows stretched long and crooked, lashing along the walls like living serpents. The chamber ahead pulsed with his power: a low, resonant vibration that made the stones themselves quiver. I felt it in my chest, in my bones. This was his throne room, his sanctum, the heart of every corruption seeping into Ashwyck Academy.I gritted my teeth. Every step I took carried the weight of the Academy’s survival, the lives of the boys I loved, the ghosts of every creature and student who had been lost to the storm he’d orchestrated. I could feel them all in me, a trembling chorus of fear and fury, whispering, Do not fail.I called on the wolf.The blood in my veins roared, primal, feral, twisting and reshaping me from the inside. My senses sharpened: the scent of Maldric’s magic, the scrape of his shadow-formed guardians, the whisper of air currents in the cracks of th
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