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el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

-fetched, don't you think?" She said, her skepticism obvious in her voice. Soraya's gaze softened, and she released Seraphine's hand, her fingers trailing like whispers over her skin. "I understand your doubt, truly I do. But there is something else you need to know." "What is it?" Seraphine asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Soraya stood and moved to the corner of the room. There, a big, old book lay on an ancient wooden stand. She opened it with care, the pages crackling under her touch. "This book contains the prophecies foretold by our ancestors, it has been passed down through generations, it's a tale of the Luna and her journey." Seraphine watched as Soraya traced her finger over

Sebastian easily caught me by the arm and all of us watched Soren spiral. “It can’t be true! It can’t! Because if then… If then… Having no soul is basically…” Soren has let go of the sorcerer and is now pulling his hair with his widened crazed eyes. He faced us with a horrified expression as he mumbled, “Dead.” I couldn’t help but pity him so I walked to Soren and yanked to hug him, burying his head by the crook of my neck to release a calming scent. The moment I did, he started crying and sobbing. His hands unconsciously hugged me.

Just for a moment. But then, from the depths of his mind, came another voice. Deep, calm, merciless. “Do you truly think love will save you again?” The sky bled crimson. Soren’s aura flared outward, a tidal wave of energy that shook the air itself. Lucien stepped back, triumphant, his face lit by the godfire unfolding before him. The god within Soren—the Ruin—was awakening, and every heartbeat of his vessel sent tremors through the valley.

Susan pondered this, then summoned a dark-colored book and read a passage. "Alpha, I believe your power might be the key to reviving Kai, not Leia's," Susan proposed, pointing to the text in the book. "The light can draw the Dark King from the depths of Hell. Only a wielder of pure Light magic can accomplish this, not one who wields a mix of both," Susan read from the book. The statement resonated with me. I wielded pure Light magic, while Leia possessed a blend of Light and Dark. "Then let's bring Kai back to life, shall we?" I declared, determination coursing through me. Susan nodded in agreement, and together, the four of us set off for the Moon shrine.

“How will the realm react when they find out? We both discovered weeks ago that the Ouroboros was behind the rogue attacks that took the lives of our people…” “Step. Away. From. The King's woman,” Lucas bit out, each word striking cold not wanting to hear more words. Valoreth fully turned in Lucas’ direction and started toward him. “Alright, Lucas,” he said, his hands still clasped behind him. Arianna spotted the book, and her eyes widened. That was Selene's book—the one she had read with Brigid. How in the world did it end up in his hands? This was bad.

he calls back, his voice echoing. I skim the pages faster now, searching for a single entry that explains the dates—a mention of a spell, a legacy, anything. But the pages only detail visits. Rituals. Notes about the water’s regenerative properties. About the difficulty of reaching out to the "Great Ones." My fingers tighten around the leather binding of the book. The sound of Soren’s footsteps fades into a rhythmic tapping before disappearing entirely as he moves farther down the walkway. The pool behind me is calm again, the moonlight steady and silver on its surface, looking like a mirror to another world.

- **Time Breaker:** His mere presence can slow down or speed up the clock, blurring the past and present until all sense of time collapses. Azarukh exhaled one mighty breath. A wave of molten rage erupted from his mouth, rising like a volcanic storm toward the stars. Mohammed and Susan felt fire **calling their names**, while darkness itself seemed to haunt their hearts. Their bodies could bear nothing more; overwhelmed by terror, they collapsed to the stony ground, **unconscious**, where the Sun of Ages still stood—his eyes locked upon the Lord of Flame, unafraid before the living hell.

The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby. Suddenly, words appeared on the door, and he understood that a part of the prophecy had been fulfilled. He entered the room and saw the new parents gazing lovingly at their baby girl. They were startled when they saw the seer approach their child, but he placed a bracelet on her and declared her a supernova. "But the supernova died a thousand years ago!" the father exclaimed. "Yes, but your child is different," the seer explained. "There were other supernovas, but they all died. The title has not been given until now. Your baby is the next supernova, and a prophecy is attached to her. Only the gods can protect her."