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he whispered hoarsely, “do I have to fight something that’s part of me?” Silence. The golden version shook its head fiercely. “You are not your darkness.” The shadow’s voice lowered. “But I am not his enemy.” Everything froze. Even Maeve’s breath. The shadow stepped forward, shrinking slightly — becoming more human, more Cade-like. “I am the part of him that survived,” it said quietly. The golden version flared brighter. “You are the part that destroys.” “No,” the shadow replied calmly. “I am the part that protects without mercy.”

“Then we fight. I won’t run.” Ryan’s lips curved into a faint, approving smile. “That’s the spirit. But remember you’re not alone. I’ll be right here.” As the sun struggled to pierce the mist, figures began to emerge from the forest. The Shadowborn had returned, larger in number, their shapes more terrifying and grotesque than the night before. Limbs stretched at impossible angles, faces half formed, eyes glowing a malevolent violet. They advanced like a living tide, silent and deliberate, yet brimming with lethal intent.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

I asked. “You’ve got it,” she said, and she seemed to manage to stop gloating for just a moment. “Well,” I said, frowning down at the clue again. “If the thing you’re looking at is ahead, it’s likely that the shadow will be to its side. Not necessarily, but the rest of it fits, I think. One colour, yeah – shadows are all dark. And the sun is yellow, orange, and red, and darkness is the opposite to the light of the sun. Any size and shape, yeah, that fits too. You can’t escape it…” I mumbled to myself.

They existed everywhere, but in a state of comatose. Someone might slip by a shadow just shuffling from place to place if they were quiet and moved slowly. You could fend off a shadow with sources of light sometimes, but sometimes wasn't often. That’s because when shadows attack they let out a terrifying shriek like a person being slaughtered, and the shadows nearby will all turn towards you to take part in the act.

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

My chest heaved with the effort, heart hammering like war drums. "You don't get him. You don't get her. You don't get me." The fire burst out, ripping through the shadow's teeth, its arms, its whole body. Darkness tore apart into pieces, raining down like ash. For a second, everything went still. The water froze. The air held its breath. The shadow collapsed back, pulling itself together in tatters. Thinner and weaker now, but not gone. It slithered toward the pool, melting into the black water. The surface swallowed it whole.

It tore at the shadow’s limbs, pushing and binding in impossible angles, striking with a precision that defied logic. Sparks erupted with every collision, the oppressive haze shivering under the force. Vaethea and Aphrodite felt it like a tidal wave against their backs, pushing them forward step by trembling step, giving them space to advance toward the flickering pulse of light ahead. The shadow shrieked, a distorted sound that rippled through the void, frustration radiating like heat. Its violet glow flickered as it staggered under the combined assault, sensing a danger it could not name, a presence beyond comprehension interfering with its domination.

No sound came, but Siron felt a nudge in his mind: Take it. "Who are you?" Siron asked his shadow, his voice trembling. The shadow only gave a slow shake of its head, then pointed at the sprout once more. The silver light in its eyes flickered like distant stars. Siron rose cautiously. He stepped toward the window, afraid his movements would trigger a reaction from the shadow. But the shadow simply followed him, staying fixed to the wall like a normal shadow, except for those glowing eyes.

“The followers of the Shadow’s Path are extremely rare in your world at this time. Those who practice it have been punished and eliminated by your so-called divine church … the followers of the Path of Light. And so the remaining shadow mages had to hide themselves and their abilities from the people.” “They won’t get wiped out, I believe,” Arth replied. “Since light cannot exist without darkness, and so is the other way around.” “You mistook shadow as darkness, you fool. They are two separate paths. But I shall not waste my own breath from explaining it to an ignorant low-life being like you.” “You keep on insulting me, Shadowhunter. I’ll have you know I’m not a very patient person.” Shadow