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“I was shocked, maybe Ivan went through something terrible, even other people he didn't fully trust. Our personalities are very different, yet we've been friends for 10 years." Nolan laughed, remembering the past rebelling with Ivan, which he missed. As Jennifer could tell, Nolan was as good to Ivan as his brother. “Ivan is really talented, with only two empty hands, he has gradually become the person who has the power to control all life in the dark world. His ability is both a powerful weapon and something that many people enviously want to destroy. “In his world, there was only my shadow, so it was very lonely. Jennifer, if you've entered his world, go through it with him, don't leave him

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HOSPITAL His dark pair of cold eyes were wet and red as his both hands were holding the wrinkled hand of his half dead birth giver tightly, expecting her to open her beautiful pearly eyes and look at him again. But there she was lying half dead... unconsciously. Jordan Lawrence was the man of strict and powerful rule, he was known to achieve anything he chooses to achieve with his power. But right here he was helpless. He was freaking helpless for only one thing, he cannot help his mother but to watch her lying on the bed with the support of all those machines attached to her body...

Kayla Pov I woke up in a dark room. At first, I thought maybe I was in my room with my loves, but as my eyesight comes into view, I know that's not the case. I was in a dungeon before this. Now, I know exactly where I am. How could I not? I spent years in this room. Marked up the rooms to keep the tally of the date, stained the mat with piss, blood. This little room carries much of my trauma. I tried banging on the door. I try using my powers, but I'm unable to. Something is blocking my powers. I feel incredibly weak

Del, who had now become a trusted friend, bravely volunteered to be my initial subject, standing by my side as I attempted to unlock the full potential of my powers. In the beginning, I found myself perplexed and frustrated as my attempts yielded no discernible results. It was as if my powers were dormant, resisting my will. Doubt lingered in my mind, but I was determined to persevere. Del, though unaffected, reassured me, offering unwavering support. It was during a conversation with Silver that I learnt a piece of the puzzle. Silver explained that my powers required a specific trigger to manifest effectively—an intense fight or flight situation that would awaken the dormant potential withi

I turned and slipped away, my thoughts still in turmoil. The library. I needed answers, and I knew exactly where to look. The noise of the festival faded behind me as I entered the vast room of books. Making my way to the shelf where Sage had retrieved the book before, I carefully pulled it out and opened it. My breath caught in my throat as the words on the aged pages sent a chill down my spine. “The wielder of this power should find their strength tied to the emotions of those around them. Their voice, an instrument of devastation. When charged with sorrow, rage, or despair, the echoes of their cry shall lay waste to all in their path.”

“Same with Feyre and Rhysand. He’s more powerful, but he listens. She challenges him. The abuse doesn’t come from power—it comes from how that power is wielded.” A low murmur of approval ripples through the room. Lucien’s gaze sharpens. “So you’re saying power isn’t the problem. Ego is.” “Yes,” Ivy says, unwavering. “Power is like fire. It only burns when it’s used to dominate instead of warm.” Lucien walks closer to her, unreadable. “And if one party enjoys being powerless?” Ivy meets his gaze. “Then that’s still choice. And choice is power.” Silence, thick and electric.

I retorted. "No. Her source of power is now void, and that means she is powerless, at least for now. She had a certain warrior, named Ubuntu; he was Cassandra's war machine who possessed infinite dark powers, but Ubuntu and his shady warriors, have all been disenfranchised by a more powerful being…" I listened intently as Rema relayed the events that had just transpired in Cassandra's chambers. I could barely contain my glee when I heard that Cassandra's warriors were now powerless.

“Read this book. This is the book of the past Kings and their powers. It lists which ones they received once they fully came into their powers and who was stronger. It lists their struggles, how they overcame them, and what techniques they used to control their new abilities. It's different for each King. What works for one may not work for the other, but there are several techniques in here. I'm sure one of them might be able to help,” Nadja said as he handed Ezra the book. “You said someone was able to pull you back. Is it one person or several?”

“Maybe it’s not me that’s the problem. Maybe it’s your teaching.” His lips twitched—a hint of a smirk. “Or you are just a bad student.” By the time the session ended, my arms were trembling, my mana reserves empty. I dragged myself back to my room, half-collapsing onto the bed. The book Lily had given me lay on the desk, its cover shimmering faintly with shifting runes. “‘Know your power,’ huh?” I muttered, opening it again. Most of it was cryptic—pages full of looping glyphs and partial diagrams, phrases half-faded:

That she would be there even when the world wasn’t. And then— When I needed her the most— When I was at my weakest, bruised and bleeding in that hospital bed— She left. No goodbye. No explanation. Just… gone. And that’s when I realized—power is what everyone craves. Once you're powerless, you're useless. But Serena proved me wrong. Well… Serena. A faint, bitter smile tugged at my lips. That girl is one of a kind. "You're smiling." Cassandra’s voice trembled with something that sounded like hope.