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Saad ni Sarreth kaya nagtataka akong sinulyapan sa glass ang mga taong padami nang padami. Lahat sila ay may backpack kagaya ng binigay sa akin ni Sam. What is this place? "Where are we?" I said suddenly but Sarreth just shrugged. "You can meet your mysterious goddess in this place. Here." And Sarreth gave me another paper, a piece of paper. "What is this? Do I need to write down every single fucking thing my mysterious goddess would say?" I wondered. Once again, Sarreth laughed again but this time, it was followed by a shake as if she couldn't believe me.

EMBER Ember’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as heat flooded through her skin, making the tangled sheets around her feel suffocatingly tight against her flushed body. The loft lay shrouded in darkness, save for the neon glow that bled through the rain-streaked windows, casting erratic shadows across the walls. Outside, the city thrummed with its restless insomnia, the buzz of distant signs, the hiss of traffic slicing through wet streets, and faint music leaking from some apartment three floors below, yet none of it pierced the intimate bubble enveloping her. In that moment, all that existed was him: Ghost, his body hovering over hers like a broad, solid wall of quiet strength, pressing

“The fire whispered it to me. This one... carries something darker. Not evil. But dangerous. Ancient.” Link Ember wasn’t here as an enemy. Not anymore. We’d seen what she sacrificed during Logan’s trial. We didn’t forget. But trust was a slow-blooming thing, and every word out of her mouth made my shoulders coil tighter. “You’re sure?” I asked. Ember nodded once. “I saw a throne of bone. A cradle carved from obsidian. The moon turned black as pitch. And your child stood in the center... commanding it all.” I saw Lilly flinch, but she didn’t back down.

And if that blade was unsheathed too quickly, without guidance, without grounding It would cut through everything. Even those she loved. Even herself. - Ember rose, continuing through the ghost paths old wolves once used, past trees marked with moon sigils, past the place where Ariya had fallen. A broken altar under a weeping cedar, its sap dripping like slow tears. Ember crouched, pressing her palm to the frozen earth, breathing in the cold. “Come back whole,” she whispered, letting her breath warm the frost. “Come back not as fury alone, but as the Queen we lost.

“She is not wrong. I do regret our past.” The lady hands me all of the cards and asks me to shuffle them. I did as she asked. Then she had me pick three cards. She pointed to them as she did before, “Your past card is Nine of Swords. You have a past filled with anxiety and fear. Many have harmed you. That saddens me, child, because you seem to have such a light soul. Your present has been filled with danger. Something sudden and violent as represented by the Knight of Swords. However, your future looks very bright, very bright, indeed. The Empress tells me that you will rule one day. You are the embodiment of a queen, but you are just waiting for the right regal partner, or perhaps, he is st

The Emberstone might not even respond to you. Xavier stared into the fire. "If I don't try, then Arion wins. Everything he burned was for nothing." Maera shifted. "There's more." She slid a smaller parchment from beneath the first scroll—a hidden note, written in fading crimson ink. "The one who bears the Emberstone must not only carry the flame," she read aloud. "He must confront it. The stone burns away all falsehoods. If your heart is divided… it will turn to ash." The silence that followed was thick and final.

She gritted her teeth, exerted tremendous force to lift the upper half of my body, and dragged me out of the laboratory step by step. The scorching air roasted our skin. Even a handful of Serena's hair had been seared, the end of those burnt strands glowing faintly. Despite that, Serena didn't seem to be in pain while dragging me ahead. Conflicted emotions stirred in my chest as I peered at her side profile, which had been stained with ash. I struggled to raise my hand and look at my watch. There wasn't much time left. We would die here if we didn't leave now.

"I wasn’t even a decent man when I was alive. If I’m some chosen one now, it’s a joke. It’s all bullshit." The Guardian’s tone grew even sharper, a sneer threading through the voice. "The life you knew is gone, Zane. What you think you know about power, control, is nothing. You—" The Guardian paused, voice dripping with disdain, "—you are the worst of all your past incarnations. The one with no morals, no soul, the one who destroyed everything, including the one you loved. Your soulmate’s disappointment in you across all your incarnations has led to this. You have one last chance to make it right and save her."

“I figured as much.” I turned away, motioning for him to follow. “Come on, then. Let’s see how well you play with cursed people.” And for the first time in a long while, I felt like we might have a shot at surviving this. If only because we’d just added one more weapon to the war. I found Ember where I always did lately, leaning against the cracked edge of the fountain, bathed in firelight. The light didn’t come from her. It came from the horizon. Another blaze in the lower district. The fourth one in as many nights.

“Oh here Em. It’s a card you haven’t opened.” Em looked at the card with her name on the outside. She didn’t know who it could be from… She started reading, immediately realizing it was from Finley. It read: Dear Emerson, I hope you understand why I’m writing this, I don’t know if I could get through the words saying them face to face. I wanted to ask you a favor… even though you don’t owe me one. Please take care of Quinn. Our whole lives he’s taken care of everyone else. He sure took care of me. And I know he will take care of you. But he needs looking after too. He won’t let anyone else do it. But I know he’s opening up, and becoming a different and better person now. And that’s all becau