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The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

“You brought the war to me.” “Because you are the war,” Ashen snapped. “Every prophecy points to you. Every omen warns of you. You weren’t born to save dragonkind, Rowan. You were born to end it.” Rowan’s jaw clenched. “I’m done letting you twist everything to fit your fears.” Ashen lifted her blade—a jagged sword glowing a sick, corrupted red. Flames dripped from it like molten poison. “This blade was forged from the fire of the First Dragon,” Ashen said. “It can cut through destiny itself. And tonight, it cuts you.”

My fingers found the sticky mess I’d left between her legs and traced it deliberately. Lila bit her lip so hard I saw blood. Victoria, never one to miss a show, leaned forward. “Speaking of wives… Mother, didn’t you say Sophia Lang was joining us tonight?” Eleanor’s smile returned, triumphant. “She’ll be here for dessert. Zane, darling, we really must finalize things. The Lang merger depends on it.” I pressed two fingers against Lila’s clit, circling it in a slow motion. She jerked, her fork clattering against her plate.

Each strike carved scars into the earth. "You were never meant to lead," Selene spat. "You were born broken. I was the heir!" Elizabeth’s eyes burned. "Then why am I the one they followed?" The Golden Rising: Mid-battle, Asharoth appeared not in form, but as a massive shadow that blotted out the sky. His influence turned the weakest wolves into feral beasts. Some of Elizabeth’s warriors fell, snarling, eyes turned red. "The Void is seeping through!" Saelith cried.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

It nestled into her hand. "It is a Gracelin dagger, my gentle lady," said the serpent quietly. "Made in the Golden Age by the elven smiths. Light like a bone. Harder than steel. Brighten when dangers are near. Thrown or wielded, it will not miss its mark. There are only three others like it in the World Beyond." Cassandra drew the blade. It shimmered like liquid light in her hand, putting all the other treasures to shame. The metal had beautiful engraving scrollwork, which seemed to glow golden on both sides.

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

Tamara hissed through clenched teeth. She tossed something onto the floor, and my stomach dropped when I recognized the bronze metal. That metal belonged to the swords Elden, Micah and the Earth Court guards would wear. “That does not prove the Earth Court warriors stepped onto this courts territory. That shard proves you’ve had a run in with one of them. By chance, were you hunting them down? You and Aralia had no qualms hunting Raelynn down, what would a few Earth Court warriors matter?” Atlas said coolly, not giving into Tamara’s claims.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

And the necrotic king we thought we had killed was trapped inside, slowly freezing the soul of the woman holding the hilt. "Tomorrow," Ashren said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, absolute command. "We find a warlock who didn't side with the Council. An archivist. A historian. Someone who knows the Old Wars." He walked over to the desk, pulled a heavy velvet drape off the window, and threw it over the sword, smothering the spreading frost. "Because if you keep wearing that blade, Elara," Ashren whispered, "I think it’s going to wear you."