Replaced by His First Love
"I hope the volcano swallows your name along with your pride, Blackwood, because I'm not carrying your ghost back to the North just to give it a proper burial."
Phoenix spat the words, her voice a jagged shard of obsidian cutting through the rhythmic, thunderous roar of the caldera. She didn't look at Kael, though her chest was heaving under the weight of a panic she’d spent five years learning to bury in New York’s ice. She stood at the edge of the cooling Altar of the First King, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather strap of her rucksack. Inside, two Moonstone fragments—the Indigo Base and the Violet Heart—vibrated in a dissonant, low-frequency hum that made her teeth ache and her
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