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I had just enough time to turn and face the fight back before the owner of the laugh spoke. "Impressive, aren't they? I found the old mage library beneath the packhouse. I bet your father didn't tell you that I was among those who wrote these books. Cast those spells." Roman bit out, his voice light with fake amusement. I swung my sword again, but it still did no damage against the soldier. Yet somehow they seemed to be able to hold objects and attack me. But when I attacked them, they became what they truly were. Shadows. "It's pointless. You cannot harm something that does not have a physical form, Marcus, which means that these shadows, weak as they are, can kill you for me just fine."

The books they had on the subject seemed sadly outdated and she silently wondered if this exercise would bear results. Eli, being the Head Librarian, was able to sniff out what they needed fast, and she was sure the seven books on the desk were about all he could find. Most of them dealt with hauntings and spirit possessions, but none it seemed, could tell her how to kill an evil spirit. Not just banish it, but kill it and send it hurtling to hell, where it belonged.

Ari states putting the robe properly on and tying it. “Well, she is finally free to be seen, heard, and admired. No more hiding in the shadows.” “I thought you liked shadows. I mean, isn’t your whole coven about death and shadows.” She raises her eyebrows at me as she puts her hands on her hips in defiance. I chuckle. “I’m born from and in darkness. The shadows have always been a part of my life, so yes, I like shadows. For you, it’s different. You were forced to hide in the shadows, never allowed to show your true self. I control the shadows, but the shadows control you, for now. ”

It meant that Shadow was stronger than these relics. “Do you see this?” She showed the book that contained a lot of writing and a story plot. It was messy with ink but the writing stayed stagnant and readable. “The current status of this book is unusable. Someone had used this relic, lived with it, and died with it.” Shadow observed their expressions with a straight face. Her eyes stayed on Midas. He looked back at her, anticipating her next statement patiently. At the same time, Shadow recalled the teachings taught by Uncle Zan.

“But power without control is nothing. Tonight, you’ll learn whether you can command the shadows—or whether they’ll consume you.” My throat tightened. “How?” He smiled, and it was not kind. With a flick of his wrist, the shadows around the cavern stirred. They thickened, rising from the walls, from the floor, from the very air, until they coalesced into a shape. Four legs. Fangs. A wolf, but twisted—its body smoke and flame, its eyes burning red. I stumbled back. “What is that?” “A shadow beast,” Lucien said casually, as though discussing the weather. “Born from your fear. Fed by your blood. Kill it, and you claim mastery over your shadows. Fail, and…” His smile sharpened. “You die.”

The moment my hands touched it, warmth spread through me, strange and electric. The shadows recoiled, as if my touch burned them. The figure hissed, stepping back, claws forming out of the darkness. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I felt power surge from the book into me. The words on the cover shimmered faintly, glowing like they recognized me. Fenrir moved closer. “Whatever you’re going to do—now is the time.” I took a deep breath. The shadows lunged again. This time, I didn’t flinch.

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

“And we will stand ready.” Inferno purred beneath my awareness, steady, satisfied, vigilant. The vessels had been awakened, stabilized, and tested. The Haven of Shadows now held the key to sustenance without harm, lineage without dominance. I looked at the barrels one last time, sunlight glinting off the ley ash-infused wood, the blood shimmering faintly. A small smile touched my lips. “This is only the beginning,” I whispered. And far beyond the mountains, across forests and valleys, something ancient, patient, and vast had turned its gaze on us once more. But we were not stumped. We are the Haven Of Shadows and we have always anticipated anything and everything.