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The forest knelt.Not metaphorically. Not symbolically.Physically.Raine felt it before she saw it—an immense, rolling pressure sinking through the earth as roots creaked and bowed, as ancient trunks groaned and lowered their canopies. Leaves shuddered, spiraling down in a slow, reverent rain. Even the wind stilled, as though afraid to disturb what had just been claimed.She stood at the center of it all, Kael’s arms still locked around her, Lucian and Fenris flanking them like living blades. The bond burned hot and steady, no longer searching or awakening—anchored. Complete.Too complete.Raine swallowed, suddenly aware of the weight pressing against her chest. Not pain. Responsibility.“This isn’t stopping,” she whispered.Kael’s grip tightened. “No.”Lucian glanced around, jaw tense despite the crooked smile tugging at his mouth. “Congratulations. You just terrified an entire continent.”Fenris did not joke. He stared into the trees, gaze distant and sharp. “They’re already moving

The city rose from the valley like a blade half-buried in the earth.Raine felt it long before she saw it clearly—an oppressive density in the air, a pressure that made the bond tighten in warning. Stone towers climbed toward the sky, their glass-veined facades catching the sun in cold, sharp flashes. Roads coiled inward like arteries, all of them leading toward a central spire crowned in metal and rune-etched obsidian.“Beautiful,” Lucian muttered. “In the way a well-made trap is beautiful.”Fenris nodded once. “This place feeds on silence.”Kael said nothing. His focus was absolute, senses stretched far ahead as they moved along the ridgeline overlooking the city. He felt the pull too—felt it gnawing beneath his skin, a low-frequency hum that resonated with the bond in a way that made his teeth ache.Raine stood between them, cloak pulled close, eyes narrowed on the city below. The land here did not bow. It recoiled. Like an animal

The world did not sleep anymore. It listened. Raine felt it the moment dawn crept over Stonehaven—before the bells rang, before merchants stirred, before the city fully remembered how to breathe like something ordinary. The land beneath the stone shifted subtly, not in pain, not in warning, but in awareness. As if old scars had begun to itch. She stood barefoot on the rooftop, cloak wrapped tight around her shoulders, the cold stone biting gently into her soles. The bond stretched outward from her chest like invisible roots, threading through alleys, cellars, abandoned keeps, and places no map dared to name. Ghosts. Lucian’s word echoed in her mind. Not spirits. Not the dead. The forgotten. Kael watched her from a few steps back, arms crossed, every muscle taut with restrained readiness. Fenris stood closer, silent as a carved sentinel, eyes scannin