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The whole time, he didn't bother to raise his head to look at Chad, "And my life was meaningless after I eventually broke it. It took me another four hundred years to enslave myself to Cassidy again. Of course I wouldn't share something that'd ruin the peace she tried so hard to maintain." "Peace she tried so hard to maintain?" Chad couldn't help scowling at those words, "Is burying anyone who she thinks is impossible to control a way of maintaining peace?" "If you were her you'd do the same." Shawn breathed out and finally dropped his brush. As he admired his drawing, he said, "I take it your quest didn't turn out as you planned?" Chad went silent for thirty seconds before he asked, "When d

Jericho stated, straightening up. "Chaos." Rose finally answered, sighing heavily. Jericho nodded morosely, "We shouldn’t give up then. We need to finish the ritual as soon as possible. Here, let me at least bandage your wounds to help them heal---Ow." Jericho had reached out a hand to touch her shoulder but burned himself in the process. "Are you insane? Did you not see flames on my body earlier? How stupid are you?" Rose snapped, but her hands were gentle as she took his. Not knowing what to do with the damage, she started to blow on it.

A tear rolled down her, shaking ferociously in anticipation of his monstrosity at this point. “What do you think could save this world anymore!? It had already been consumed with darkness.” He snickered, hitting her with the arrows of reality. Her heart constricted, realizing he is unstoppable at this point, his power is reaching extremity. He can no longer be saved. “Ravage is dominating Fier right now. You are lost, nothing could save your demise anymore.” He whispered as the smirk plastered on his lips reflected his insanity. The jeopardy had locked him into the world of sins and he would stumble the balance of this world now.

A mortal man who had allowed the shadows of the underworld to nest inside his soul until he was nothing but a vessel for their insatiable hunger for blood and chaos. But even vessels can break…And unfortunately for him, he had chosen the wrong wolves to provoke. … I watched his men fall first. His corrupted warriors…those rotten creatures that were held together by dark strands of stolen magic…collapsing under the combined fury of Moonlit, Pine Shadows, and Garran’s rogues. Fangs pierced through their sinews, and claws mercilessly shredded their flesh. Those that tried to rise again found their bodies refusing to obey, and their borrowed life force began draining into the dirt in ribbons of

“Stay with us. Breathe.” Lyra softened her touch. “He’s fighting it. The corruption is alive. It knows we are here.” Azeriel stepped closer. “Do you need me to anchor him.” “Not yet,” Rowan said. “But be ready.” Rowan pushed deeper into the swell of unstable energy. It didn’t feel like normal northern fire. It felt stretched and torn, as if someone twisted the flame into something it was never meant to be. She pulled at it carefully. The corruption snapped back like a whip, sending a violent jolt through the scout’s arm.

The purified shard pulses gently in the Child’s trembling hand, its light clean, serene, and terrifying in its latent power. The Council observers stare, frozen, null-rods half-raised, faces masks of disbelief and fear. The Child looks from the paralyzed Archivist to the shard, to me. The cosmic chill is gone. Only shock remains. And a dawning, terrible understanding. They clutch the purified shard, the light reflecting in their wide, vulnerable eyes. I sway, the backlash of channeled chaos and absorbed corruption a physical blow. The Hierarch’s trapped essence shrieks in furious protest. The Alpha paces, restless. Kieran is silent. The land weeps.

“But remember, whatever you write becomes truth.” She took it, Hands shaking It was warm, Pulsing, Alive, And as soon as her fingers touched it, The expanse around her began to fracture. A storm of memories swirled, Ashen’s laugh. Kael’s betrayal. Liolai’s eyes, wide with trust. The blade, the crown, the price of being both mother and monster, She opened the book, Her hand hovered over the page, But before she could write, The world screamed. The Reader stumbled backward.

*"Maybe some corner of me still loves him. And that's the most frightening truth of all." She shut the journal and exhaled. Maybe healing didn't come in swooping motions. Maybe it came in daisies, in notebooks, in quiet being observed. And maybe, just maybe, Killian Thorne was transforming as well.

“You left us to fight your battle, Elana. The mess you created. And because of it, everyone is worse off.” Claire shoved me, pushing my shoulders back. I stumbled, overcome with her supernatural strength. Her chest heaved from her barely contained anger. I saw her eyes darken considerably and knew she was on the verge of loosing control. “You coward! This was all your fault! All of it! Gosh, why did you even have to run into that stupid building! If you would have just left me alone that day, none of this would have happened!”

A few days later. Rose had significantly recovered from her trauma thanks to Matthew. Now she was sitting in the library, reading books as she usually would on a normal day. The book she was reading was titled: King of Chaos, The Scarlett King. The contents were about the characteristics of Leviticus Scarlett, his life story, his uprising and his end. Details including his family and empire were also written. Rose had the past few days learning about it. The door squeaked open and Matthew entered the library. He looked at the wall where the paint was not really matching in colour to the rest of it. Then he walked towards the table where Rose was sitting.