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Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room, feeling Amory's presence close behind me as he closed the door with a definitive click. I stepped inside, expecting a standard luxurious hotel suite. Instead, I was met with a sight that left me breathless. The room was filled with books, more than I had ever seen in one place. They lined the walls, stacked in neat piles, and scattered across the floor. A large wooden table in the center was covered in open books and papers, filled with diagrams and scribbles. A massive corkboard stood against one wall, pinned with plans and blueprints. "What is all this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Damian. Not far, standing in the main chamber of the dungeon, bathed in the golden-orange light of a lone torch. His back was to me. One hand rested against a pedestal. The other gently stroked a familiar object resting atop it. The book. The same book I had returned, the one that landed me in this trouble. He didn’t notice I was awake. He was engrossed in whatever he was doing. And I gladly took that opportunity Before he could even turn—I launched myself forward, feet pounding against stone, power building in my veins like a storm ready to tear through the world.

"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

I picked up the quill and wrote carefully: ‘Sable Howl Pack. Nothing happened. I bit my lip, thinking. Then I wrote a question instead. ‘Where are we now?’ The page shimmered faintly, then, like a breath exhaled, letters began to appear: ‘You are traveling through the Drowleaf Forest, a land untouched by man but watched by many.’ I blinked, the quill hadn’t moved, but the words appeared all the same. This book was alive. I turned back to it and wrote slowly: ‘What are you?’

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.

“They will answer for what they did regardless of where they run to.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Darius said, his teeth showing in something that wasn’t quite a smile. Kaidora moved to the mat on the floor and lowered herself onto it. She reached beneath it and pulled out a book so old its spine had cracked through entirely, the pages held together by nothing except habit. She opened it carefully and spread it across her lap. Darius and Aurelian crouched on either side of her immediately. The pages were covered in the same script that lined the walls.

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

Damon had stolen enough of my courage; he would not steal this moment from me. And so, I controlled a fire on my hand and followed behind Killian. The dungeon doors loomed ahead, heavy iron barred shut. Even before we reached them, I smelled it… burnt ozone, a tang of sulfur that made my throat ache. Killian shoved the doors open, and the scene inside burned itself into my memory forever.

Maybe there were other small settlements trapped past the destroyed roads. Maybe some of them had tools, machines, or people who still had enough mind left to work if they were given water and food. The garbage sector was too big to assume the part she had seen was all there was. The book had ignored most of it because the original Vera had been too busy suffering to explore, but this Vera did not have that luxury. If a place could hide healing soil, worms, bandits, and old stores of useful scrap, then it could hide more. Her thoughts were interrupted when her receiver pinged.

***** DUNGEON: King Darius and Boston descended into the dark, damp dungeon, the air thick with the stench of mold and despair. "Ayanna," Darius growled, his anger simmering. Ayanna, chained to the wall, looked up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady. Boston stood beside Darius, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "You're responsible for Prince Louis's condition," Darius Growled in a snarl