Before the dawn had even begun to pale the eastern horizon, the ancient, living boundary of Marston Forest parted like a heavy velvet curtain.At the absolute forefront stood Malakai, his towering frame wrapped in a cloak of shifting, impenetrable shadow. Flanked closely on either side by his most trusted commanders, Gaida and Atmos, the Sovereign of the Darkness commanded twenty of their deadliest changeling hunters and elite shadow weavers to move. With a synchronized, whispered incantation, their physical forms dissolved into a swirling vortex of ink-black mist before erupting into the cool pre-dawn air as a flock of silent, midnight-black crows.Cloaked entirely in living magic, they sliced through the upper currents of the sky, tracking southward toward the beating heart of Vodell territory.As they crossed the invisible threshold into the human city, the world below was already waking to a frantic, festive pulse. Despite the lingering chill of the approaching winter, the cit
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