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“I’ve already paid.” I tossed a bundle onto the ground. The cloth unfurled, revealing strands of silver hair, darkened with blood. Amara’s blood. The Necromancer crouched, his gloved hand brushing over the offering. His head tilted, listening to the memory bound within the strands. “The same blood,” he murmured. “Two vessels. Two mirrors.” “Balance,” I breathed. “Her light, my darkness.” The river swelled at my words, churning louder.

“Then we move fast. If the relic’s binding is accelerating, we reach the next seal before the Blood Moon crests. The longer she carries it, the more it consumes.” Ashen turned his gaze skyward. “The moon’s already turning. We’re running out of nights.” His words made something inside me twist. The crimson haze of the Tear Drop flared faintly in my vision again, and for a heartbeat, I could see the moon above and tinged with the faintest streak of red. Lysera’s voice whispered faintly through the wind. Blood calls to blood, Elara. And yours is answering. I shivered. Not from cold. From knowing she was right.

And she stepped onto the battlefield to face Marcus Blackthorn head on. ************************************ ~TATE'S POV~ ~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~ "From depths where light has never been, From shadows thick and caverns grim, I call the hunger, call the pain, To feast upon my foe's refrain. By blood I've spilled and oaths I've sworn, By every soul that's been forsworn, Let darkness coil and serpents bite, Devour strength and steal their might. With shattered bone and raven's cry, I bid their courage wither, die.

But grief had already turned monstrous inside him. “I have only loved you,” Meher whispered. Thunder exploded across the sky. And then her body went still. For several long seconds, Arman remained frozen beside her. The rain continued falling relentlessly around them, washing mud across Meher’s lifeless face, flattening marigold petals from her shawl into the soaked earth beside her. The storm raged without mercy, swallowing the clearing beneath thunder and rain until the forest itself seemed determined to bury the night forever.

"Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..." By the time I had gathered everything I could and placed it back into the urn, I held it close and turned to leave. "Did I say you could go?" Stella's cold voice came from behind me. Her hand grabbed my arm. "I'm not done with those ashes. Give them to me." "Not done?" I shook her off. Two days of grief and rage exploded all at once. I clutched the urn tightly to my chest, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at her.

It was a lifetime defined not by grief or trauma, but by an unbroken, radiant joy. Until the sky turned to ash. Without warning, the golden light shattered like cheap glass. The dream fractured into a terrifying, chaotic whiplash of agonizing images. Rebecca felt a sudden, suffocating cold lock into her lungs—a violent, hacking cough that tore through her chest, leaving the metallic taste of blood on her lips. She was lying in a wooden bed, her flesh burning with a wasting mortal fever, her vision fading into a gray, terrifying dark.

“You’re becoming what your line was always meant to be.” My heart stuttered. Daxos’s eyes narrowed. “Why now?” Nyra hesitated, then pointed to the page’s corner. A prophecy. Azric read it aloud, voice barely a whisper. “‘When the blood boils but no flame appears, the ash shall awaken and the storm will rise.’” The room went dead quiet. Sevrin dropped into the nearest chair. “So… what? She’s ash now?” Nyra shook her head. “She’s storm.”

Yet, along the way to where Ashlyn was, he has to keep killing the fallen rogues that were guarding the abandoned barn. When the curtain's call It's the last of all When the lights fade out All the sinners crawl He even started humming the song that was appropriate to what was happening to him as he kept falling from his darkness. The song was called Demon by Imagine Dragons and it was indeed reflecting how he kept falling into his madness just to protect what matters to him. “I’m starting to get pissed over this.” he even thought while he easily smashed their head on the ground to the point there was none anymore.

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The Blood Mirror pulsed violently. It looked like a giant, floating heart. The dark red glow grew brighter. It turned the catacombs into a thick sea of blood. My blood flowed along the runes. It poured into the ancient glass. Through the blinding pain, I felt my life fading away. Ashen cracks spread across my pale skin. My veins bulged like black vines. "Finally!" Tania smiled in excitement. "Now everyone will see this traitor's true colors!"