Darkness wasn’t kind; it was a brutal yank, a plunge into icy depths.Aurek felt like he was drowning, the pressure building, a vise around his head. He tasted blood, coppery and sickening. Far away, a scream echoed – Selene. It was her pain, raw and unfiltered, spiking through their link as the ritual blew apart.Then, nothing.Too quiet.His eyes snapped open.Above him, the chamber ceiling swam into focus: cracked stone, runes blackened with soot, and pathetic wisps of smoke. His body felt alien, heavy, and sore. The wolf inside him paced restlessly, snarling, ready to break free.He pushed himself up, wincing.Pain shot through every muscle, but oddly, he was thankful. It meant he was alive, not some ghost floating between worlds.Selene.Her name hit him hard. Ignoring the dizziness, he scrambled to his feet, eyes darting around the wrecked ritual room.The circle was gone, blasted apart.Ritual stones lay in pieces, glowing with the last flickers of dying magic. Bodies – acolyte
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