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The sun climbed steadily overhead as we sprinted through the woods. Determination, driven by terror over Ares’s condition, led the way. Birdsong and the chirping of crickets swirled through the air like dust motes, undaunted and uninhibited by our presence in their woodland home. They sounded too sweet, too jolly, for the sour mood that clung to us as we ran. A perpetual cloud hovered over me, casting the pale winter sunlight in shades of grey.

The mid-day sun shone brightly in the clear, blue sky, scorching hot as ever. White, small, fluffy clouds gathered atop the barren mountains ahead. Between the gap of the valley's bare surface, the whole world seemed to dance in a wave as the burning temperature gave off a fierce and fiery blast.

"Where are we? I asked. Everything looks black outside the windows. He got out of the car and I mirrored his action. The moment I stepped out, I saw oodles of start in the sky making a unique pattern. The sky was autumn grey mixed with extreme blue, the heavenly, silvery stars were scattered in the breathing sky. My bare gaze couldn't stop staring at the beautiful midnight that portrayed in front of my eyes as if watching a movie. The moment felt like a dream, I never dreamed of. Following the pattern, my eyes moved from the top to the horizon. It was a long path of stars in the sky. Loren stood beside me, leaning back on the car frame. "It's beautiful," I said looking at the sky. Pulling me

Pain shoots through my knees. But I get up. And I run again. “RAFE!” I scream, voice breaking — but thunder swallows the sound whole. He doesn’t hear me. Neither does Dorian. They are so close now. Too close. The two storms are about to collide. And if I don’t reach them— Something unforgivable will happen. So I run harder. Heart pounding. Legs burning. Throat raw. Running straight toward the moment that will destroy everything. I sprinted toward the center of the battlefield, praying to every god, every moon, every force in existence—

Elara’s POV The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the thick canopy above us. The forest was dense here, the trees stretching like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. A chilling wind whispered through the leaves, sending a shiver down my spine. I remained focused on the journey, urging myself forward as I kept pace with Luca and Lyanna. We had been on the run for hours, following faint traces from the rogue description, only to be led deeper into unknown terrain.

, Long Jianchen reminded Long Chen. "Let me know when yours is ready", Long Chen replied. "Now, you can finish", Long Jianchen said. At that moment Long Chen looked up at the sky and his Buddha ghost followed his actions, then Long Chen and the Buddha ghost spoke at the same time. "Spread out". "Crack". "Crack". "Hhh". The heavenly tribulation clouds dispersed leaving a circle-shaped space in the sky, the sunlight fell on Long Jianchen and Long Chen in reverence, this is the sign that they are above the laws of the heaven and earth.

Trial One: The Skyborn Gauntlet A ring of molten light unfurled into the heavens, spiraling upward until it became a vast labyrinth of gleaming platforms suspended in the open sky. Each translucent step shimmered with elemental energy, winds that howled like living spirits, arcs of lightning that danced across the surface like serpents of pure light.

"Please Aliyah…" "Alright," I chuckled, looking into the amber eyes of Ashton. "Can you lower yourself down so I can climb onto your back?" Ashton obediently crouched down, allowing me to easily mount him. I held onto his fur tightly while my legs swung over his back. As I settled into position, I could feel the warmth of his body against mine—a comforting and reassuring sensation. With a gentle nudge from Ashton, he began to move forward, his powerful muscles propelling us through the forest. The wind whipped through my hair as we raced along, and I couldn't help but giggle with delight. His speed increased, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Ashton's movements were

Again Phaethon saw the thin stroke of mountains, the inkblot of seas. "Oh no!" he cried. "Turn now! Forward on your path!" But he could no longer handle the steeds. They were galloping, not trotting. They had taken the bit in their teeth. They did not turn toward the path of the day across the meadow of the sky, but galloped up, up. And the people on earth saw the sun shooting away until it was no larger than a tiny star.

The small pack runs at full pace, only slowing to stop at the river to get a drink and then running at full pace once more. They run all day, all night and all the next day. Morpheus looks up at the sky as it slowly gets closer to dusk. He then smiles to himself as the Moon Goddess’s sacred mountain comes into view. He lets out a low howl, letting everyone know that they are nearly there.