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Wilt asked with doubt. “No, no, no, it’s super legit,” Brock replied. “I got the papers, seal, and everything.” He pulled out a scroll from his jacket. Its wax seal featured a snake wrapped itself around a tree, biting its tail. As we remembered from the orientation, that seal belonged to the Jormungand Guild, one of the platinum-class. We were astonished that he managed to get that. “That’s impossible,” Katie exclaimed. “You know how hard it is to get a copper-class. But a silver-class?”

Wrapped her arms around Victoria’s waist again—tighter this time. Victoria urged the stallion forward. The column followed—living knights first, then the thralls holding the gate. Raven looked back once. The dead stood firm—silent, resolute—violet eyes fixed on her. She whispered the final trigger: *Seal.* The rift snapped shut behind them with a sound like thunder clapping in reverse. The Veil went dark. No more crimson light. No more screams from the other side. Just silence. And the road home. Victoria slowed the stallion. Turned again.

I didn’t understand it fully yet, but I knew it would become important soon. Marcus nodded, motioning for the team to fan out. “Celina and Theo with me. Fenrir and Selene, flank the right. Ronan and Jace, cover the left. We move swiftly. Do not engage beyond what is necessary. Our priority is reaching the fortress before the enemy activates more seals.” Fenrir bent slightly, brushing against my side as he leaned close. “Stay close. Trust your instincts. I will guard the opening.” I nodded, grateful for his subtle reassurance. Somehow, even in the chill morning air and looming danger, his presence made me feel grounded.

Lyra jumps to her feet before I have a chance to get up myself. “The Goddess has blessed me with an answer,” Silanya says quickly before any of us have a chance to ask. “The seal is a mile away, that direction.” She extends a slender arm toward the east. “There is a cave entrance hidden in a copse of trees. In it, we will find the seal.” “Let’s go.” I hardly need to give the order because Lyra is already walking that way, and all the others are following. Even in this rough terrain, one mile is close. I feel the tension running through my nerves, filled with anxious hope that we find the damn thing quickly so we can get back to Winterhelm then set sail for Oceana.

I look at my children, at Marcus and Adrian and the twins and Sera and Nyx. I think about the baby growing inside me, already probably marked by the Void fragments. I think about eight children who are good and innocent and being forced toward something terrible. “Which seal would I enter?” I ask. “The closest one,” the Kate-echo says. “The Seal of Stillness, about three days’ journey from here. It’s the least volatile, the most stable. If you’re going to survive entering any seal, that’s your best chance.” “When?” “As soon as possible,” the Donald-echo says. “Before the pregnancy progresses too far. Before the countdown gets shorter. Before we lose our nerve.”

“You don’t get to die until this is over.” I snuffed softly. “Hopefully.” He clasped my forearm in a warrior’s grip. “Come back alive. I need you.” It was harsh to leave in this manner, but I had a mission. I didn’t promise. I turned and left before anyone could say more. I wanted to live, but a sacrifice was a sacrifice, afterall. As I stepped out of the tribe, the forest swallowed me whole within minutes. The Seal Key grew warmer the farther I traveled, niggling subtly toward the northeast, as if an invisible thread were tied between it and its target. The atmosphere changed in nanoseconds with shadows stretching perversely between the trees. Even the wind felt wrong.

“What kind of help is it?” “A pack exists,” I said cautiously. “Under Del Morino's leadership. You must have heard of him. They are in possession of the Seal of the Moon, a valuable item. It is with Del's mate Layla. I wish to have that seal.” I said watching him pull out a rotting hand and began to chew on it like it was a special kind of delicacy. “You are going to join their pack. Assume the role of a wounded warrior. Obtain their confidence. And please get the seal for me.” His eyes squinted.

He could hear the faint breathing ahead and sense Carl's exact location. Close. Closer and closer. Passing through the final stretch of sky-blocking ancient forest and crossing the last invisible barrier formed from condensed resentment. Mystic Vale's steps finally came to a halt. What came into view was the core sealed land of the Mystic Mountains. An ancient stone platform floated in midair. Upon it, runes flowed and golden light shone brilliantly. It was precisely the Heaven's Seal laid down by Carl. At the center of the stone platform, Elijah lay quietly, eyes closed, his expression alternating between calm and pain, as though still engaged in a final struggle.

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 The blinding, unified flash of elemental energy receded, leaving the mountain top silent, heavy with the weight of spent power. The Continental Seal was complete. The Ancient Shadow Heart was locked away, sealed by the combined strength of three rival packs. The world was safe. But I couldn't feel the triumph.