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Kyra, Eldon, and Marcus held hands, their collective power enhancing Selene's magic. Initially, the wards put up a fight, but over time, they started to falter. Selene's singing became more intense, and the brightness from the book grew stronger. Finally, the protective barriers broke with a sudden surge of energy, causing the book to fall open, its pages emitting a supernatural glow. Kyra moved ahead, her gaze fixed on the book's contents. The sheets contained mysterious characters and old spells, revealing the sorcerer's source of power to them. "Here it is," Kyra exclaimed, her voice brimming with wonder. "This is the thing we have been looking for."

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

“Whoever works on the side of the Dark King, I have nothing to do with him at all.” Arthur looked at him innocently before saying “But I don’t work with the Dark Lord. How can I work with him, my son? Betray your trust in me like this.” Everyone looked at him in surprise, and Leo said calmly "Arthur is the Dark Lord himself. He and Sauron are one and the same person." Everyone's eyes widened in shock, while Arter laughed hard as he looked at Leo "I have to admit that I never expected this from you. You really didn't expect it. What made you betray me?"

I didn't mind the many different auras there, even though there were hundreds of people sitting there, none of them shone as brightly as Soren and Victor, who were standing in front of a golden arch. They were both wearing white suits, Soren had red and gold details, with blue stones attached to his chest. Everything about him exudes grandeur; if I knew the Gods, I'd say he was the son of one. His golden hair is perfectly combed, his blue eyes shine with confidence, and I can see in them how happy and content Strïth is.

“I believe that I know very well who you are… but you don’t get to command her like that.” Selene moved to the shelves and pulled out an old book wrapped in black cloth, as if knowledge could steady the room. She placed it on the table and unwrapped it. The cover bore a faded silver crescent split by three lines. Keira stared. The symbol glowed. Selene’s voice dropped. “The Oracle Record.” The pages turned on their own until they stopped on a bloodline chart. At the top a name in old moon-script caught the light: Aurelia Vale.

LAURA (LUNA) In Sicily, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the island, I found solace in the knowledge that I had reclaimed my life. As I went outside, I noticed the inn's courtyard was adorned with lush greenery and fragrant citrus trees, and a smile spread across my face as my head rambled on planning how I'll spend my evenings here, sipping on local wine and watching the sun dip below the horizon. It would be a peaceful routine.

Susan Gowe,and her hand maiden Mardy, was riding towards the north city after getting a distress message from the singing owl, when they were apprehended by the messengers of the night possibly to halt their mission. Sarge, the leader of the three slain their driver and coachmen, pointed his bloody sword towards Susan,but the latter wasn't afraid of him. " My lady, it's almost dawn, I fear we will arrive late," Mardy whispered to Susan . " I know Mardy, but something seems off about this three , they are ordinary messengers yet I feel dark magic emitting from them" " My lady, are you trying to say that they were sent by—" " You know who , Mardy, only she can cast a dark spell this powerful,

The packhouse's musk grew stronger on the wind, a reminder of the warmth and camaraderie that awaited them after this pivotal moment. Soren, the pack's venerable elder, stepped forward from the circle's northern arc, his presence a grounding force amid the night's mysticism. At sixty, his silver-streaked hair fell in loose waves to his shoulders, framing a face weathered by time and trials—deep lines around his brown eyes, a scar tracing his jaw from an old battle, and a posture that spoke of quiet authority. He wore a robe of dark wool, its hem embroidered with silver threads depicting the phases of the moon, and in his gnarled hands, he clutched the lunar staff: a six-foot shaft of polishe

I retorted sharply, not minding that I could be killed with just a snap or a nod. "I wonder how he will feel if he discovers that you actually planned to kill him at first." She drawled, her annoying smirk coming to play. Sofia gasped and I flashed her a pleading glance, but she shook her head in astonishment. "Who are you really, Aurora? First I found out that you are my cousin, next I'm discovering that you are a killer?" She yelled, then glared at Ginevra. "You won't leave here alive, Ginevra, Danilo will make sure of it." She threatened while I tried to shut her up.

That is where Greyn attacked him when he killed Zure in their duel back at Chaaya Village. After he was killed, the protection that has been cast to the other Light Oracles disappeared. Using Azul's power that he lent to Saiya, she was able to cast the "Land of Death" immediately after the Shield Bearer died, killing the other five Light Oracles and their dragons with shadow spikes that emerged from the ground. They could not react immediately because they were confused when the Shield Bearer's power disappeared from them.