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In the time bubble, only a year passed outside while cultivating inside. It was so terrific that it was only natural that Caleb wanted to keep cultivating there. "Then you'll have to find the Wheel of Time," the Coffin replied. "But it might not even exist in this world, as it can only be forged by a deity who understands temporal laws and is cultivated in the divine authority of time. "That said, I wonder if there's one who has succeeded but has since fallen, unless you can find their residence or their final resting place."

Roul said, and Rion said he already knew because Aathreya had already confirmed directly that it was true. “I see.” If Roul was Levin or someone else, then he must have complained about finding out something Rion had already known. He would protest that Rion didn’t tell him to stop the search because Aathreya had told Rion that the portal was actually a wheel of time, but Roul was so calm he just nodded. He looked very authoritative. “Due to being inactive, the wheel of time currently functions like a normal portal, except that the portal has many branches, and one of the branches is connected to the river where the queen fell.” Roul paused for a moment and everyone looked at him seriously.

I felt a new wave of power course through my body and I could feel all the vibrations of the sextuplet Alphas. “This is our birthday gift to you, Zara,” Aunt Aira said while smiling. “This wheel contains our spirit energies combined together to heal you instantly if you are ever attacked with Wolfsbane. The 18 spokes represent the number of times you can survive a Wolfsbane attack,” she added. “Plus 18 represents this virgin sucker’s waiting period too,” Dy laughed and Jax flicked his forehead making Dy glare at his brother and soon enough the two were fighting again with each other clubbed with embarrassing name calling.

A low hum filled the air, the Jewel pulsing as if alive, as if sensing the darkness that sought to consume it. The shaman muttered ancient words under his breath, his voice raw with power. The moment stretched long and tense, until finally, the Jewel’s light flickered—just for a heartbeat, but it was enough. A crack splintered across its surface. A wicked grin came Wally’s face. It had begun. He turned to his men. "When the Jewel falls, so will Aegon. So will Ingrid. And the Blood Moon Pack will be nothing but dust beneath our feet."

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

"The girl Torin held captive for five years. The one her best friend Twyla betrayed and stole him from. You're saying she is the White Wolf?" "The jade bracelet on her wrist," I said, staring into the dark pines. "When she was trapped under the Wright roof, I thought it was just a human trinket. It wasn't. It was a soul-lock. A spiritual damper. And it just cracked. The frequency is leaking into the woods right now." "Good lord," Jax muttered, taking a step back as the weight of it hit him. "If that frequency hits the valley, if the other Alpha Kings at the gala catch even a single whiff of that starlight..."

Nyx Thorneveil’s voice unfurled over the hall like velvet dipped in steel. “First-years, step forward.” The trial grounds shifted, a vast circular platform glowing with runes that pulsed as if alive. At its center towered the Wheel of Places, an ancient construct of iron, obsidian, and crystal, larger than any human, its rim carved with thousands of locations only whispered about in Aetherborn lore. The crowd hushed as Vice-Principal Nyx Thorneveil raised her hand. “You know the rules,” she said, voice carrying like thunder. “The Wheel decides. Where it lands, you will walk. Where it points, you must endure. No place is beyond its reach.”

The silver threads were retreating, disappearing back into my marrow, leaving behind the raw, unpolished skin of the woman who had been a weaver in the desert. I looked down at the salt flats. Ethan was no longer walking. He was running, his limp gone, his body glowing with the same mahogany light as the loom. But he wasn't coming to save me. He was carrying a second scepter—one made of the same blackened tungsten as the ring on my finger. "The second Weaver," Eleanor breathed, her eyes wide with a terrifying realization. "Arthur didn't build a shield, Grace. He built a Counter-Pattern."

He seems to have already given up on his life. “Let's go, Dalia. We shouldn't waste time.” Prince snuggles me closer to his scent and leads the way to the exit. Just when we take a step out… “I can only tell you that Raven Aylestone has a rare drug that can turn wolves wild. When the time comes, he will use them as a shield and overthrow Alpha Lozark's rule. They might be father and son but Alpha Lozark never intended to make him the heir.” Prince and I slowly move closer to him.