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Maybe I was going to hell after all. The world collapsed into a swirl of shadows and silence, then I was nothing. Yet I was everything. I was neither here nor there. And yet, the fire inside me burned brighter than it ever had in life. I didn’t know if I would wake again. I didn’t know if I would see the sun, or water, or breathe in fresh air again. But one thing I knew: they had awakened something in me. Something fierce. Something immortal. Something that refused to be forgotten. Something that refused to die.

I just feel a cold, sharp surge of ambition. Look at all these massive, walking bank accounts. According to the original plot of this world, the true Male Lead—the Awakened of Zeus—is destined to enroll in two months. He is supposed to crush all these records, publicly step on Professor Hilbert to prove his dominance, and take all this glory and wealth for himself. I turn off my screen, a wicked smile curving my lips. Not if I strip them clean first. I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1].

Alpha Lachlan has lowered his weapon and relaxed the muscles on his body as Beta Mellow tried to force the newborn to come out of its pretense. Blood. The smell of a fresh blood is irresistible on the newborns’ noses. It will awaken their instinct and compells them to shred its skin out of its pretense. Beta Mellow has proven that Alpha Lachlan did not make a mistake in choosing him as his second in command.

I said again. “You don’t have to.” “Then what do you want from me?” A pause. Then— “To awaken fully.” The words hit like a shockwave. “No,” Adrian said immediately. I didn’t answer. Because something inside me reacted to that word. Awaken. It stirred. Shifted. Responded. And for a brief moment… I felt it. Fully. The connection. The power. The depth of it. And it wasn’t just energy. It was something more. Something alive, watching and waiting.

I had no idea where it had come from or what the fuck it was, but it felt too much like an internal lock snapping open. My vision exploded into color, then into nothing as I hit the ground. My fingers dug into the dirt without my permission. “No.” I muttered to myself in pain. “Not again. No, no, no…” “Rowan,” I hissed. “Stop. Stop this.” “Can’t,” he said cheerfully. “This is an activation cycle. You triggered the bloom with that delectable hatred earlier, but now? Now, we begin.” My whole chest seized as I felt another presence within me. This time it was big, coiling and hungry, as if something inside my blood was waiting for commands.

Each key press felt like a declaration of war, a promise that the Obsidian Sons would bend to my command. The AI’s voice responded, calm and precise, almost cold, “For the first time in over a century, the Obsidian Sons have been awakened. Congratulations, leader. Your command awaits.” A shiver ran down my spine. This was no idle message. This was an acknowledgment of power, authority, and the binding chain that connected me to forces beyond imagination. Thorne’s eyes bore into mine. “Are you certain you want to do this?” he asked, voice low. “Once they’re activated fully, there’s no turning back.”

He hung in the air, suspended by pure will and ancient power. The Vanguard hesitated. For the first time, something like surprise flickered in their corrupted eyes. "CLASSIFICATION ERROR," one of them broadcast. "SUBJECT DISPLAYS FULL AWAKENING. IMPOSSIBLE. BEACON ACTIVATION WAS—" "You talk too much," Jack growled. He attacked.

"Stop. Did you feel that?" Raven hugged her own body. "Like... something is crawling on my skin." The floor of the hallway made a subtle cracking sound, like ice beginning to grow from within the stone. In the distance, the lights of the hanging torches slowly extinguished one by one, creating a layered darkness that moved closer. Valtorius grasped his wand. "He's awake..." "Who?" whispered Raven, her voice choked. "Something even the Last Watchers dare not mention. They call him... The Night Watcher."

I hope. His expression changed, the taut muscles on his face relaxed but somehow this alarmed me more than the rage he displayed earlier. Before I could consider running away, he managed to curve one huge hand around my neck, choking me, and lifting me off the ground as I struggled in vain. "Don't speak to any other soul of what you saw here today," he warned in a cold voice. I flailed helplessly, my eyes growing wide in fright, certain that I am going to take the last precious air down my lungs any second now.

I immediately ran back to the apartment to find that the black hounds had surrounded Richard. I felt my body tense up as the black hounds emerged, their eyes filled with rage. They were trained werewolf assassins, and they outnumbered us two to five. My husband and I fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Richard mind-talked to me, telling me to take our daughter Daciana and run. I refused at first, continuing to fight alongside him. But one of the hounds pounced on him, pushing him aside and dashing toward the back door where the car was parked. I ran after him, fighting with all my might, but I was already severely injured and getting weaker.