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The symbol inside the Hollow burned into my vision. The compass. My compass. Identical. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. “That… can’t be possible,” I whispered. Yet the truth pulsed through the bond, undeniable. The Hollow wasn’t simply born from imbalance. It had once been balance itself. The creature roared, its massive body writhing as silver, gold, and white light clashed against the darkness surrounding it. Cracks spread across its form, revealing flashes of the same radiant energy glowing within me.

The screen remained dead, but the copper wire wrapped around the spacebar was still warm to the touch, vibrating with the residual current of the transmission. ​"The loop held," Julian whispered, a slow, fierce smile spreading across his face in the yellow torchlight. "The treatment hub accepted the packet. The seventh press is printing on the market manifests right now, Chiamaka. The city is officially infected." ​I turned the page of my notebook, my hand steady as I picked up the fragment of charcoal to write the opening line of Chapter 128. We were under the ground, hidden in the dirt, but our words were already rising into the light of the capital morning.

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

“You can’t just leave without actually telling us anything, Leighton. We need to know what we’re up against. We need to understand…” He sighed out a breath. “The people that you are calling monsters were the original Havers, the family, their servants, tenants, and slaves. They were… infected,” he said the word through his teeth. “With this condition that makes them crave and need living flesh in order to survive. To prevent it from spreading beyond Havermouth, I cast a stasis spell upon a cave and sealed them within it whilst I searched for a cure. I have not found one yet.”

Chapter 56: Breaking the Siege The heavy iron inner gates groaned as they swung wide, creating a massive gap in our last line of defense. Within seconds, the grand hall's silence was obliterated. Thousands of infected, a dark, foaming wave of black rot and hollow black eyes, poured through the archways like a dam bursting open. The sound was deafening, an endless storm of wet shrieks, snapping jaws, and thundering feet that made the stone floor vibrate beneath us. Everyone froze in absolute horror. Kenny dropped his spare magazine, his face turning as white as a sheet, while the freshmen let out terrified screams, backing away in total chaos.

he asked, and my chest tightened in pain. “Huh?” I held my chest in pain as the pain increased. "I-I-I…” I couldn't form any words from my mouth as energy slowly drained from my body.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

The rune pulsed once— and then dissolved into black dust. I stumbled back, stomach sinking. “What does that mean?” I whispered. Silas rose slowly, eyes burning with cold fury. “It means the enemy wasn’t just sending a message.” A beat. “They were marking territory.” Riven snarled. “And they think she belongs to them.” Kyren stepped in front of me, wings flaring wide. “Over my dead body.” Ashen’s shadows rose in a storm. “Over ours.” Silas met my eyes. “The Chapter ends with truth, Elara.”

I lean into his touch, finding so much relief in him as he then glides his hand down my neck and over my shoulders. He follows along my arms before he lets out a feral, lycan tinged roar and wraps me into his chest and yanks me free. The book seems to be ripped from my hands and I try to spin to grab it, but I fall forward with Rocky’s body. We tumble to the ground, my pain gone as he grunts and a metallic twang echoes through the air. I push off of him, touching his skin, trying to heal him as he shakes, but there is no pain for me to take from him and then I see it. One one chain tattoo on his skin has broken.