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“He told me all about the Trials, Zelda. A-and the creatures we could come into contact with. He showed me this book, which is basically a guide to the Trials. It has little clues and tips. This could really help us.” I studied the book and my eyes widened. The little tips were handwritten, in Argaras’s handwriting. Minotaurs like shiny things Mermaids like hair raising fun Griffons like to laugh Phoenixs don’t like when you hurt. “Zeke, I have no idea what this shit means.” I laughed slightly. “But this will definitely help.” “It’s the least I can do.” He sighed. “If I’ve helped Uquix fall under the reign of the Aleni, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“He is in rut…” Alpha Gideon blinked, stunned. “What does his rut have to do with the doors not opening?” Aran violently shook his head, desperation in his eyes. “Heat and rut are the wild desire of a wolf’s part. More like something unholy in the face of the ritual I performed. We cannot bring him back. The path is closed!”

Aria swallowed hard and returned to her place, her skin prickling as though the very air was humming with ancient power. Then came the final incantation. Orun’s tone changed; it was quieter now, almost reverent, but no less commanding. “Clausa oculis meis, let truth still be seen. Reveal what is hidden. Nomine maleficii, show yourself. Let your power be broken, and let truth reign!” He reached once more into the jar, this time pulling out a pinch of mountain ash mixed with dried, crumbled leaves. Aria recognized the bitter scent immediately. He scattered it into the bonfire.

Explains why she’s wearing a sleeveless shirt, even in the cold air of the cave causing goosebumps to cover my arms. We set up and grab hands. Hecate holds her hands over a huge mirror that is between us, maybe just a few centimeters. Nearly touching. And then she begins to chant: “We open our hearts to any messages or visions that will guide use towards our goal. Zephyr from the West, Boreas from the North, Notus from the South, and Eurus from the East bring to us the words, the whispers, the names, and the voices that you’ve heard. Tell us where we can find the Prince of Darkness, the Morning Star, Beelzebub himself. Where will we find Lucifer?

“I suspected something. But I never imagined…” “What does that mean?” Aria asked. “What am I supposed to do with that?” Orion met her gaze. “It means Vaelith isn’t done with you. She’s gathering her other echoes, and she’ll try again.” Aria took a shaky breath. “Where?” Orion stood. “Beyond the Eastern Wastes. Where the ash trees grow upside down. There’s a temple there. Forbidden. Forgotten. But not empty.” He pulled out a scroll sealed with molten wax. “This was given to me by a dying oracle in the Black Steppes. It names you. And it says only the Starborn can unseal the path.” Aria opened the scroll.

Solomon binds Abezethibou and Ephippas to the pillar (perhaps a reference to the Milky Way) and commands that they hold it up in the air until the end of time. Agares FALLEN ANGEL and the second of the 72 SPIRITS OF SOLOMON. Prior to his fall, Agares was a member of the angelic order of Virtues. In HELL he is the fi rst duke of the power of the east and rules 31 LEGIONs of DEMONs. He appears as a handsome man riding a crocodile and carrying a goshawk on his fi st. He makes those who run stand still, and he can retrieve runaways. He teaches all languages, causes earthquakes, and destroys spiritual dignities.

Aria POV The moment Ares steps into the clearing, the forest holds its breath. Not metaphorically literally. The wind dies. The branches stop swaying. Even the distant hum of insects fades into nothing. It’s as if the world knows who he is before he fully remembers it. Gold floods outward from his feet, tracing ancient sigils through the soil not random, not chaotic. A pattern. A language older than the goddess herself. My heartbeat stumbles. Those symbols…

"Spirits of insight, lend us your sight. Grant us vision beyond the veil, pierce the darkness and bring forth the light. By the sacred flame that burns within, show us the way to the one who orchestrates this sinister game. Sercleah Veltarastia." I whispered a prayer under my breath, my fingers tightly intertwined. "Elemental forces, I call upon you now. Earth, air, fire, and water, lend us your strength. Unleash your power and reveal the hidden threads of deception. By the earth beneath our feet and the winds that carry our pleas, expose the puppeteer who pulls the strings. Eortha, Aero, Fȳr, and Waeter, aid us on our quest. Sibbe Secgengetan!"

He met Sarah's reassuring gaze and slowly made his way toward Hezell. "We have less than three minutes," Hezell began, extending his hand outward. Marcus mirrored the gesture and closed his eyes. "3, 2, 1..." Marcus counted in unison with Hezell, their voices melding as they recited the incantation together, "In tenebris et umbrae, obscuritas et sermo, Barrierae magicum, depone te nunc ergo. Virtutem latentem ex astris traho, Oberratores divinae, fenestram aperio. Serpens viam aperiat, luce nova melius, Per hoc verbum mysticum, barriera dissolvi."

In the center, on a raised pedestal, lay a magnificent tome bound in ethereal materials, its pages shimmering. Dupree, in awe, whispered, "The Celestial Codex." Approaching the tome, a rush of emotions flooded me. Grief, hope, determination. With trembling hands, I opened the Codex. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, shifting constellations, and detailed diagrams of various realms. Lysandra, leaning in to study a particular page, said, "Here. This realm... it's resonating with the same energy as the vortex. I believe this is where Seraphina is."