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She looked at me confusedly. "Where?" "Palawan." "Really?" Her mouth curled into a smile, but her smile faded quickly, and she sighed. "What's wrong?" "I can't; I have work," She disappointedly said. "I'll pay for your whole day Salary." I offered The silence between us as she contemplated it. "Okay, but could you bring your sister too?" My jaw dropped. For real? As we headed to Palawan using a private jet. I never thought it would be as peaceful as I expected. My sister and Helsey were sleeping. Helsey slept; she told me she was having difficulty sleeping last night.

The Seven-Star Vault did not look like a "Mechanical" fortress from the outside. It was a "Null State" of architectural camouflage—a seamless expanse of black basalt and "Zero-Point" glass tucked into the vertical face of the mountain. To the "Unindexed" traveler, it looked like a natural cliff. To Ethan Hawke, it was the "Source-Code" of his greatest nightmare.

He could not understand a single thing! Winzi rolled her eyes. “Erganiv is a hidden territory. This is invisible to the mortal world. Erganiv is divided into four domains—the Argia, Alsache, Gwiazda, and Noyuh. The faes of royal blood govern these territories.” She inhaled deeply before she continued, “I’m not in the mood to discuss history. I’m sure you’ll know everything since you’ll stay longer.” “Hidden territory? Faes? You mean faeries?” his mouth opened, but he couldn’t find the right words to say. Goodness gracious, he entered a faerie world! Things were slowly sinking in his head. That explained their looks were similar to elves.

Helena then walked down the path, but Valir still stopped, reluctant to move. “Valir? What happened to you?" Helena asked. "This is where Vale died," said Valir. "Yeah, I know, at the foot of this mountain he hid Axton's soul too." In about a few hundred meters they were able to enter the Cumbre Vieja mountain, where Vale had hidden Axton's soul. "Wait Helena, this mountain is still active, are you sure you want to go into it?" asked Valir looking at Helena. "Axton's si is near the lava, I can't enter, but you can, Valir," said Helena.

They devour it before anyone notices. Across the table, Loviatar leans toward Hel—the Norse goddess of death—and starts speaking in the god’s tongue. They think I don’t understand. They’re wrong. I whisper an incantation. The words twist in the air and slide into meaning. “Have they gotten everyone in your pantheon into the cells?” Loviatar asks, her voice a dry rasp. “Nearly,” Hel replies. “My father, Loki, hid Fenrir, Narfi, and Vali. That might complicate things. Then again, Father usually only looks out for himself.”

I asked, rushing to her side. She pointed to a passage in the book, her hand trembling slightly. “Look at this.” I leaned in, squinting at the faded text. It was written in a mix of Old Tongue and Latin, but Althea quickly translated. “The Hidden Coven,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “was formed centuries ago by a group of witches seeking to escape persecution. They vowed to protect their secrets at all costs, even from their own blood.” She paused, her eyes scanning the page.

“ I will have a talk with Winston tonight to see if he has any idea of where we could start looking for clues on where those Alphas could be hidden” “That's a good start in the meantime I think we should go for a run to clear our minds,” Princess says. Agreeing with her I changed into my workout clothes and went into the spot that I found by accident which was behind the packhouse there was like a garden opening when you leave the house, once you walk in it will surprise you with how calm and warm it feels so many flowers grown back there and the lake makes it even better. Since that day we found it Princess and I have been coming here for her run and for me to draw or when I need to calm my

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

Marcus watched me as if I were a bad joke. "Putting on a show." He sneered. "You think just making a call will" His words died on his lips. Because a loud roar suddenly came from outside the window. Everyone turned their heads, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the sky, a black private helicopter was slowly descending. On the side of the fuselage, a prominent silver 'V' crest was emblazoned. That was the Vanguard family crest. The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence.

"The old books say that Ebonwave Island is a desolate place, plagued by constant quakes due to its harsh conditions, making it the perfect prison for nobles. Looks like we're due for another shake-up. I'm heading back to the palace. Selena, you'd better just hope for the best and survive this calamity." I ignored Yasmin's delight in my misfortune; my gut told me that was no ordinary quake. Sure, Ebonwave Island was known for its relentless disasters, but they were predictable. This quake was different, sudden, and it reminded me of the white Wyvern from my previous life, only this felt far more ominous. Then, a Wyvern's call thundered across the heavens, and a regal white Wyvern took to the