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“Is that what she told you?” My voice echoes through the library, heavy with doubt and skepticism.Aria doesn't stop for a second, pacing back and forth in the vast space filled with books. Her hands clutch and release the fabric of the shirt she's wearing, an involuntary reflection of the storm of emotions consuming her. Every movement she makes seems to amplify the tension in the room. Her eyes shine, intense and disturbed, as her feet tap an urgent rhythm on the polished stone floor.I watch her in silence, struggling against the urge to pull her into an embrace and whisper comforting words. But the weight of the situation is like an invisible wall between us. I want to promise that everything will be fine, but how can I offer a guarantee I don't even have myself? Every word from Seraphina echoes in my mind like a distant, annoying bell. Malakar, the Entity from the Forbidden Realm. Just the name carries a dark burden. Now that we know its identity, we have a starting point, but the

I stare at myself in the mirror, but the image I see doesn’t feel like my own. I’m wearing black leather armor, fitted to my body as if it were molded directly onto my skin. It isn’t heavy, as I had imagined it would be. On the contrary, it’s surprisingly light and flexible, allowing for movements that feel natural, almost as if it were an extension of me. At my side, a dagger hangs in an elegant yet functional sheath. “This uniform is enchanted,” Caelum explains, standing just behind me. His voice is deep, but there’s a strange softness to his tone when he speaks to me. “If you need to shift during battle, the uniform will remain intact when you return to your human form.”He steps closer, his presence as imposing as it is reassuring, placing a firm yet gentle hand on my shoulder. The warmth of his touch seeps through the leather armor, grounding me in reality. I feel the tension in his fingers, the concern hidden behind his composed gaze. “Please, if you’re in danger… shift and ca

I stand frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the scene of agony before me. Aria is kneeling over Alexander’s lifeless body, her arms clutching him as if her sheer will could pull him back to life. Her sobs echo in the air, piercing my soul like gunshots. She weeps uncontrollably, each cry laced with a pain so profound it seems to reverberate across the ravaged battlefield around us.The chaos that once ruled the battlefield begins to fade. Malicious creatures dissolve into shadows, vanishing into the air with piercing howls, as though the universe itself is dragging them back into the void from which they came. Malakar has been banished to the forbidden realm, and the darkness he brought with him begins to yield to a faint gray light.Despite the victorious cries erupting around me, celebrating the end of torment, my focus remains fixed on the scene before me. I hear nothing but Aria’s sobs and the muffled thudding of my own heartbeat, as if the entire world has been suspended in

The office is small, with white walls that reflect the cold, impersonal light of the fluorescent bulbs. Aria is lying on an exam table covered by a paper sheet, which crinkles softly under her weight. Her stomach is exposed, the brown skin contrasting with the sterile environment around her. Her expression is stoic, but her eyes carry a deep exhaustion.The blood tests confirm the pregnancy quickly. Six weeks. The news hits me like an electric shock to my system. I feel a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, surprise, maybe even a bit of fear—all mixed together and hard to process. I try to contain the happiness, aware that the baby isn’t mine, but I can't help it. A smile involuntarily forms on my face.Aria, on the other hand, remains expressionless. Her eyes are fixed on some distant point, as if she’s trapped in her own thoughts. She doesn’t react, doesn’t smile, or show any trace of joy. It cuts me, but I know her time is different from mine.“How about we see how our little bun is

I wake to someone calling my name, their voice heavy with urgency and warm hands shaking my shoulder insistently. It’s Aria. The room is steeped in the dim light of dawn, the timid moonlight slipping through the partially open curtains and illuminating her tense, pain-stricken face.“Caelum… the baby’s coming!” Her voice trembles, breathless, as if every word is a struggle. “My water broke.”In an instant, my mind snaps fully awake, sleep abandoned as though it had never existed. I leap out of bed, my heart pounding as if I were about to charge into battle. My first instinct is to help her sit in the nearby chair, my hands steadying her arms with care, though my entire being is on high alert, focused solely on her and the baby’s safety.“How far apart are the contractions?” I ask, striving to keep my voice calm, though the edge of worry is impossible to mask.Aria, still in her nightgown, can’t answer immediately. Her body arches involuntarily, and a raw, visceral cry escapes her lips