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The mountain groaned. Cracks spread across every wall. The Devourer immediately rose to its feet. "Duck!" Nobody questioned it. Everyone dropped. A second later, a black tendril erupted through the floor. The thing was enormous. A twisting mass of darkness and fractured silver light. It smashed through a pillar. Wrapped around another. And crushed it effortlessly. Warriors scrambled backward. The tendril withdrew. Then another burst through. Then another. Then another. The Hollow had arrived. The First King moved instantly.

They were biological drones, steered by a remote-link that existed outside the frequency spectrum of the Moon. "They are invisible to the mountain because they have no soul to sense," I realized, grabbing my surgical bag. "Killian! The shield won't work on them! They aren't part of the network!" Killian’s eyes flickered, a moment of agonized clarity breaking through his quartz-mask. He tried to move, but the palace held him fast. He was the surge protector, and if he disconnected now, the "Hive" of the Hollows would collapse into a lethal, synchronized seizure.

Above, she heard stone crack. The water-creature inside the walls shrieked triumphantly. The beam must be weakening. She forced herself upright, ignoring the tremors. “You’re not just a battery,” she said to the Heart. “You’re a prison.” The sphere pulsed once—stronger. The truth settled in her bones. Long ago, someone had discovered what slept beneath the trench. They had carved this chamber. Raised this tower. Bound the deeper presence with light drawn upward into a constant beam. The Drowned One circled the prison because it feared what was chained below.

"The 'Cloud' didn't delete the Blood-Lords. It Merged them." She pointed to the sky. The violet moon was gone. In its place was a massive, black-ink Thirteen that was being rewritten into a Eighteen. "The Eighteenth Cycle: The Harvest of the Hive," Hope spoke, her eyes turning a solid, unmoving silver. "And I am the one who has been chosen to be the Queen-Bee." A swarm of millions of silver-and-black "Nanite-Wolves" began to descend from the sky, their eyes reflecting the Star-Child’s own silver gaze.

Aiden stepped forward, unslinging the weapon. It wasn’t a gun, though it had a trigger. It wasn’t a blade, though it gleamed like one when the last light hit it. A twisted staff of iron and bone, forged through pact-fire, lined with teeth that weren’t human or animal. The Hollowpact called it Naithur’s Spine. It hummed softly, like breath in a deep cavern. “Don’t shoot to kill,” Lark reminded. “Let it touch them. Let it change them.”

“We have to reach the Hollow before moonrise.” “The Hollow?” she asked, following his long strides. “A sanctuary hidden deep within the Whispering Woods,” he replied. “Protected by wild magic — old magic. No one from Shadow Ridge will follow us there. Not even Dren.” Lyra frowned. “Why not?” Kaelen cast her a sharp glance over his shoulder. “Because the Hollow doesn’t obey bloodlines. It obeys truth.” They moved quickly through the underbrush, Kaelen breaking trail with careful precision. The forest around them grew darker the deeper they traveled — not because night was falling, but because something ancient slumbered here.

“If you think I’ll hide while you throw yourself at the void like some—” He turned, and the look in his eyes broke her words. His Beast was closer to the surface than she’d ever seen, the gold in his gaze burning so hot it went white, his pupils thinned to predator slits. There was no rage there—just an unshakable resolve that chilled her more than the void’s wind. Above, the rift pulsed, and for a heartbeat she swore it looked back. A shadow began to take shape. Antlers like scythes. Wings bent at wrong, jagged angles. The Hollow Star was not a wound. It was a doorway, and something was stepping through.

"I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort." The amalgamation of memories retreated, its composite features displaying surprise. The bone song changed tenor, becoming less overwhelming demand and more respectful recognition. The darkness surrounding him thinned, revealing the ossuary's interior fully for the first time. At its centre grew a tree unlike any in the living world. Its trunk and branches consisted entirely of bones fused together, not constructed but somehow grown into this impossible configuration. Instead of leaves, small f

People didn’t seem to recognize me by my look which was perfect for me, I just listened to their chats, I made friends, talking to them laughing when needed, saying the needed oh and ah. “Is there any bounty going around?” I ask with a smile. “A bounty hunter?” the guy I’m talking to asks, I just nod, I’ll go with that. “There’s one over any info about the pure bloods, another over the psycho hitman, his name is Devil I think. Strange name if you ask me” he says, mixing my gender with a he, I just smiled, if people think I’m a he, I might be safer than I thought I was.

There were also rumors that regularly consuming honey produced by these bees could gradually reveal the secrets of their invisibility. While Adrian didn't consider the first legend, he did look forward to the second. Even if he didn't master the bees' secrets, the honey's benefits would still greatly aid in his training breakthroughs. The honey produced by Invisibees was made from the essence of various celestial flowers and plants, resulting in a pure, natural, and harmless elixir. Toughy and Cheery made substantial gains, their attack and defense skills becoming remarkably seasoned thanks to Eloise's efforts. Whenever the little critters were exhausted and wanted to retreat, she would herd