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Andrew's vision blurred at first, then gradually sharpened into focus. He saw beneath the bleak earth a world of devastation and raging war, fires blazing across the landscape. Black castles crumbled, consumed by flames. Villages burned one after another, and towering Highland Tribe warriors clutched their wives and children, leaping desperately to escape. Yet, they could not outrun the collapsing ravines that opened beneath them, swallowing them whole into eternal darkness. On the distant plains, two mighty beings fought to the death.

Pain grounded me better than breath. And then I saw it. The snow. Not white. Gray. Threaded with streaks of black. Faint at first—just a dusting over the driftline—but it thickened the further I looked. Smoke-smudged. Charred. As if ash had fallen from above. I knelt slowly, the fur hem of my coat brushing the frost. There was no fire trail. No embers. Nothing burned nearby. But the ash was real. Cold to the touch. And fresh.

Captive V Third Person’s POV The cobblestone path that appeared is gleaming like the emerald green jade, and the water reflected on it beautifully like the depths of the seas. Asha’s mood lifted up at the sight of this familiar scenery. The joyful and carefree memories of her childhood flashed in her mind accompanied by the ringing laughter in her ears. Such an illusion feels so real and uplifting, and Asha’s smiled curved up the corner of her eyes like small crescents which completely captured Samel’s hearts. “It’s great to always smile.”

she rasped. Liora’s tears hit the dirt. “I know.” Ashen tried to smile. “Too late now.” Suddenly the ground around them opened not into cracks or fire, but into narratives, Half-told stories flooded out like rivers: A soldier who never returned from war, finally finding peace, A wolf spirit who had loved a human girl but never said the words.

Mae stood at a crossroads, two branching paths. One, filled with ash and ruin. Everyone she’d come to care about, dead. She stood alone. Eternally alive. The last heartbeat in a dead cosmos. The other, bright and raw and filled with conflict, but also hope. Rebuilding. Healing. Love. In that path, Ashar stood beside her, worn but whole, protective, hers. So did Riven, half smirking, half undone, holding a small child who laughed like a sun reborn.

My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make. Then Knox stepped forward. “We can’t wait. They’re laughing at us and we won't have that.” His gaze slid to me. “Unless someone here wants to talk peace.” I met his eyes. “I want to think before I bury another brother.” “Thinking doesn’t stop bullets,” he shot back. “You gonna write them a letter, Ash? Ask them nicely not to kill us?” A few brothers snickered, uneasy laughter mixing with anger. Griff slammed his fist down. “Enough! Ash, you in or out?”

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

I answered Seeing him crying from afar makes my heartaches, I know what he feels because that is also the feeling I felt when mom and dad died, It feels like your world stopped spinning, it feels like the sun is no longer shines bright, it looks like it is covered with dark clouds and rain started pouring heavily, everything will exhaust you, every step make will hurt you, every movement you do will remind will of the past, of the things that you usually do with your love ones. I can see that Joash is a strong person but soft-hearted; brave but wise, confident but humble, above all, he is irrefutably himself.

Mountains, towering and majestic, rise from a vast, rolling plain. In the distance, I see a fierce battle unfolding. The Ashwalker wolves, their furs blaze with an otherworldly light, are locked in combat with another pack. Their howls, filled with pain and desperation, pierce the air. A wave of empathy washes over me, a deep connection to their suffering.