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Len commented. "I trained her well," Nia bragged. "I'll handle the gem teleporting," Len commented. The gems all disappeared. "Gotcha." I paused to hum, healing myself. "Well, gate one, down. What's next?" A second gate now appeared, this one was the color of the space sky, also with dragons and snakes carved on it. Another guardian stepped out from it. It was a red eyed, five headed hydrae with a spiked fur tail and black wings. "If you can survive the labyrinth of the dead, you may pass."

The gate loomed like a sleeping god—tall, jagged, its once-bright frame dulled by time. Evryn stepped toward it, the old keycard in her palm trembling slightly. She slid it through. Nothing. Then, the lights flickered. One by one, the runes around the gate ignited in a deep purple hue. Kai’s voice whispered behind her. “It remembers you.” Evryn clenched her jaw and stepped through. The world behind the gate wasn’t a world at all. It was a drift. A swirling void of fragmented memories, floating data, and bleeding timelines. Buildings melted into one another like watercolor. Sounds came in reverse. Voices whispered from every direction, sometimes in languages she didn't know—but somehow unders

“Rhea?” “I see it,” I whisper. My voice trembles. “The gate.” And then, I actually do. It’s carved into the rockface ahead, half-buried under centuries of vines and moss, but unmistakable. A massive arch, etched with runes that glow faintly even in the daylight. Twisting lines form the shapes of wings, tails, and eyes, all converging at the apex of the arch where a dragon’s head is carved in stunning detail, its mouth open as if frozen mid-roar.

The golem had spiked visor covering its eyes and hunched over with its bolky phyec directly infront of Kinetic. Just as the reapers were about to attack, steam Dragon morphed into an actual dargon construct of wind thirsted the golem away from Kinetic before planting it feet to the ground. In that small window, the mantis swing their bodies to assist but were each hit with multiple energy arrows, blinding their view. Steam Dragon reshaped himself as Natalie caught up to Knitic. “So how’d did that “charged first ask questions never route go, speedy?,” she turned Kinetic.

The entire chamber began to hum as the stone absorbed Kael’s frequency. Suddenly, the floor buckled. A massive, rusted drill-bit, three meters wide and etched with the old Syndicate "Mint" logo, punched through the sub-floor just yards from the Aeron Stone. It wasn't a blind machine. A hatch hissed open, and a Graft-Wraith—a skeletal figure encased in a pressure-suit of ancient brass and dripping oil—stepped out. Its eyes were two glowing green lenses, flickering with a desperate, dying light.

"But that doesn't get us out of this room." "Let me finish." Freya wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "You are the vessel for the Dragon Flame, and the Flame is an ancient source of power. I can use a conduit—you—as long as you don’t fight me. If you let me in, I won't die and I can steal power directly from the Flame. I can cast a spell to keep us extra safe. But the Flame is ancient; it has to be kept busy. The stone my mother is using was created from the Flame itself. Both things have to be done simultaneously. While Sasha’s mother is being marked by the Flame..."

They became pure vessels of destruction with no sense of reasoning left. *Gods Fur - Takes the form of a white cat that can fly. Genderless and likes to roam between realms. Zatan - The god of The Forgotten(will be introduced in the story). A Dark Dragon that surpassed the Celestial Level. *7 Celestial Dragons Lightning Emperor Fire Dragon Water Empress Wind/Air Emperor Earth Guardian Seven Realms: Faero - Can only be entered by passing through the galactic gates of Dwargo. Dwargo - Can be entered by passing through the Southern Pillar of Starlia and the Fairy Gate of Faero.

Her sword sang with fury, ancient fire coiled through its edge. She struck a tendril—and cut it. Not deeply. Not mortally. But enough to get its attention. It shrieked—a sound that turned trees black and split rock. Aelin braced herself, ready for retaliation. But it didn’t strike. Instead, it opened another eye. Aelin stumbled backward. “Maelor!” she cried. “It’s opening something else!” “I know!” he called back. “The Gate’s trying to expand—through it! It’s a conduit!”

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

Its surface bore a single, jagged crack—thin as a spider's thread but pulsing faintly with an ominous dark energy. Sapphire landed at the edge of the settlement, before a towering iron gate flanked by two armoured figures. Their weapons gleamed with a dull sheen, as if coated in something older than rust. Elena dismounted. Sapphire resumed her human form in silence and fell in step behind her, one pace behind, like Elena’s silent shadow. As they approached the guards, the very air around them seemed to grow heavier, pressing in like unseen hands. Elena pulled back her sleeve, revealing a faintly glowing mark on her wrist—a coiled dragon, etched in white fire beneath the skin.