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The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

On a floating obsidian desk lay a journal, its cover bound in the scales of a Void-Warm. ​Caleb stayed near the entrance, his palm still throbbing from the blood-tithe. He didn't touch the artifacts; he was too busy watching the shadows. Because his blood was now the "key" to the house, he perceived the library not as a collection of rooms, but as a living creature. He saw "Shadows" flickering, semi-corporeal silhouettes that stood in the corners, watching them with eyes like cold stars. They were the echoes of Rowena’s past, and they looked at the Thorne brothers with a hunger that made Caleb’s hand drift toward his daggers.

Her grief gave birth to the wrath that tainted her as the change took hold. It wasn’t long before she caught up with Daniel and the others. Her mind went to Ava. The woman told her of a plan. One that would see Penny being whole again. Ava needed to live. She needed to retrieve the Book of Shadows. Everything rested on her and the book. What the rest of them had to do was stay alive and keep each other safe. The shadows used themselves as projectiles, rocketing towards Penny. Since they could not render her soulless, they came at her to cause physical injury. Penny allowed her anger to feed her strength.

I asked again. He stopped sipping coffee and looked at me. “You’re making me worried, Ethan. What exactly happened between you and Izobel? Did you two break up? You seemed to be in shock?” “Nolan, have you ever heard of The Lightning Shadow Pack? The Sky Guardians?” I asked again, looking blankly into space. In between us, while I trained more in the use of weapons, Nolan spent time in the library, reading and investigating about the council.

They were images of blackened houses, broken bodies, and trembling survivors murmuring in fear. “They said they saw… shadows with horns,” Eden whispered. “They said the shadows walked through fire and didn’t burn. They tore through flesh like paper. One old man said he saw a child disappear in the blink of an eye. There was no blood. No scream. Just… gone.” Sophia paled. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a tattered, leather-bound grimoire. She flipped the pages quickly. “I’ve read this before,” she muttered,. “Long ago. When I was a child. The signs… horned shadows, vanishing people, soulless fire. It’s not mortal.”

I thought for a moment and eventually flipped the first page of the book open. A diagram showing a Pentagram was inscribed on the first page, and what became rather much creepier was the realization that it was glowing. I flipped to the next page and found words scattered across the book. They didn't make any sense despite being written in English; I couldn't find any meaningful insight from the wording. Almost giving up on the book, my eyes caught a piece of paper on the next page, and I flipped it open to find a sentence written on it. 'Only way to become an adept of the book of shadows is to learn the art of reading backwards.'

I could see lights up ahead, glittering through the evergreens and the orange-hued leaves, and the clearing, even from this distance, looked warm and inviting. “Hey, Kath,” I said, stopping her before she could hop down from the cabin. “What is it?” She asked, frowning at my serious tone. “I was looking in the Book of Shadows before Falmer turned up earlier. There was a bit we hadn’t seen before, a bit talking about signs. Supernatural signs,” I added, remembering the title of the section and feeling the sudden need to differentiate. “And? What did it say?” Though she was clearly eager to leave – her body was still facing the door, with her head turned back towards me like that of an owl – K

"There's more to this place than meets the eye, if the Keeper was correct." With the crystal in her palm humming with a nearly frenzied energy, Zara walked over to the pedestal. Her fingers brushed the book's cover as she extended her hand. The shadows then sprang to life. Chaos erupted in the area as shadowy creatures burst from the walls, their shapes shifting and twisting like nightmares. Zara fumbled for the book as Kael leaped into action, his blade slicing through the darkness. "Zara, get moving!" Kael's voice was keen with urgency as he shouted.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

A book with pages that bled when I touched them. The healer had warned me before he died and told me about the Book of Shadows and its connection to my dreams. He said it was the only thing that could help make sense of what was happening to me. That the secret was older than our kind, and knowing it came with a price. I didn’t care anymore. I stopped in the middle of the clearing, my chest rising and falling somewhat steadily. Rage boiled in my stomach, burning me from the inside out. "MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed into the night sky, my voice breaking.