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They may not like me, but at least when they're near, other students can't kill me. Ahead of me, Rowan, Seyla, and Lyra, all link arms as they giggle in excitement. I slow my pace slightly to keep a distance. I don't want my sour mood to bring down theirs. I glance up at the night sky, and I gasp. I stop walking altogether as I take in the millions of stars lighting the sky. I almost forgot how beautiful the night sky is.

The transition from the lightless depths of the Abyssal Chamber to the surface world was like stepping into a blast furnace, as we emerged from the Maw’s hidden peak, the sky wasn't the deep indigo of a mountain morning, it was a bruised, sickly orange, a sky choked with the ash of the Neutral Zone. Kaelen had begun the burning.

Sky grins and positions himself against the pool table. "I'm not grumpy!" I say defensively and take in both of their face. "I'm not....I just don't like you two" I snort crossing my arms. "Yeah you seem to like Irana all right. I'm sort of glad you don't like me in that way, ugh!" Sky pretends to throw up then flinches when Bray hits him over the top of the head. "Shut up you. As for you Ash, you do know the longer you hold of telling her the more she'll find it upsetting. You may as well as tell her now and get it over and done with"

The next day came in a blaze of red and orange, the sky above had completely lost its blue hue and was left with a red tint as if reflecting all the blood that was being spilt around them. Looking up Elaina squinted her eyes as she spotted what looked like ash beginning to fall. "Ash storm?" She murmured holding out a hand and allowing some of the grey substance to land on her palm. "The end is getting nearer." Beside her Chase sucked in a harsh breath, "What did you say?"

The sky was now mixed with black and grey, darkening the area around us. Only making it harder to see, especially when the wind picked up blowing dust everywhere. I quickly looked back to Asher, my eyebrows rose in astonishment at his appearance. His pale skin seemed to gain back complexion and his chest constricted, cracking into place. I gasped, holding onto his hand while my heart raced in my chest. "It's working, whatever it is she's doing, I can feel him again." Lena almost cried while telling me in such a

"You know who the killer is?" I didn’t answer. I only looked out the window at the rapidly passing scenery and said softly, "He’s already suffered enough."

The first time Seren saw Lucien again, it was not in moonlight. It was in ashfall. The sky above the Ashborn’s last encampment was bruised the color of secrets—muted pewter, the hue of old regrets, as if the heavens themselves refused to forgive what was coming. Cinders drifted with no real direction, falling in slow, ceaseless spirals, soft as dust shaken from the hands of a world too weary to lift itself again. Nothing was warm, nothing glowed. Even the embers in the fire rings seemed cowed into silence.

—THE WHISPERING GLADES, AETHERIA— Madeleine followed Dante deeper into the Whispering Glades, her senses overwhelmed by the strange beauty surrounding them. Trees with luminescent blue bark reached toward a sky painted in colors she'd never seen before. Each leaf pulsed softly, like it had a heartbeat of its own. The air here didn’t just feel alive—it whispered. The air itself felt charged with magic, tingling against her skin. A symphony of rustling leaves, distant calls of unseen creatures, and the occasional rustle of feathers filled the air.