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Until his mind was pulled back by repeated hellos. “Hmm?” “Are you good, man?” Andrew asked. “I am.” He answered like an automated dial. “I said, there are files missing from The Circles records. I only found traces that they even existed in the system. Some really important files are so sealed, even I am struggling to gain access. Only things worth hiding would make them go through that stress.” Andrew delivered.

The air tasted like ash and stale blood. I rested my palm on the shattered archway and shoved magic through the mortar until it howled. Not out loud. Not in any way that a sane person could hear. But the ruins heard. They warped to my touch, split where they needed to split, and devoured my magic like famished demons at a feast. Whatever had been here had been holy once. A chapel. Maybe a crypt. Ruins was more fitting. Ruins worshipped forgotten gods.

I've rarely found peace these days. In my hand, a crystal glass of deep red Bordeaux swirled gently as I took a slow sip, the tartness lingering on my tongue. It was my ritual, this quiet moment before the storms of the world ruined my peace. Nikolai, my son—my everything—needed to rise, to claim what was his by blood and right. He must claim the throne. Not that fool of a husband, Roman, who squandered our legacy with his cowardice and endless meaningless affairs.

She glowed as bright as the angry sun on the hottest day as she walked through the fields of her enemies and cackled in her witchy way as she laid them all to waste. Dreadful and beautiful, the oldest of warlocks bowed down before Tessa in reverence as they witnessed her carnage. The Queen of Ruin returned, and even the devil himself feared her. He squinted through the flames and black smoke as he followed her and her beasts through the field of war-torn bodies until he noticed a familiar form on horseback in the distance. At that moment, he understood what it all meant.

A mass of black energy howled in Monty's palm before bursting outward. "Stormrend Strike!" he roared. The dark mist twisted in midair, transforming into a massive skeletal hand that slammed down toward Andrew. At the same time, Julius unleashed his ultimate technique. He retreated and hovered in the air, then spat out a single word, "Destroy!" This was the Word of Ruin he had cultivated for years. Once before, Andrew had been struck by one of his word techniques, the word "Break."

Not a god. A mechanism. A vast, shadowed presence loomed at the edge of the ruin, its form composed of broken rules and discarded truths. Where the Ledger had been sharp and white, this was deep and infinite—black ink pooling where the page had torn. I sucked in a breath. Kael stiffened. “Riley… what is that?” I didn’t look away. “That’s what happens when a system loses its author.” The thing moved closer, space bending around it. It didn’t threaten. It didn’t demand.

“It's safer when we do it that way. Middlemen and all.” I gave him a small nod of my head. There were other questions I had. And I was more than willing to ask them. They were all expecting me to turn up half drunk. I could tell. That was the reason why they couldn't even hide their fraudulent acts properly. They didn't want to take the risk. “Here in May,” I said, pointing down at the document. “The overseas logistics expenses tripled. And then, there are missing authorization signatures.” Liam leaned back in his chair, not even knowing what to say. I couldn't help but notice the way Adrien watched his father. Like he was waiting for him to say something.

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

“My father has the originals. He’s letting Julian use them to destroy me. He’d rather see the project fail than see me succeed without him.” Liam grabbed Ethan’s arm, his grip bruising. “Look at me. We are not letting that trust-fund prick win. You hear me? He thinks he’s got us trapped, but he forgot one thing.” Ethan looked up, his eyes glassy with shock. “What?” “He forgot that we’re the ones who built the damn thing,” Liam said, his eyes burning with a fierce, unbreakable light. “We don't need the notebooks, Ethan. We know the math. We know the glass. And we have a secret he hasn't figured out yet.”

"You read books always, you are not on any social media sites, you do not let friends visit your home and you only have two friends. That's the definition of a nerd" "Dora". Jerry warned. "I only read books because i'm bored. How can you say you are my best friend and not know me?". "What about you? You claim to be my best friend and yet there are some secrets that you prefer hidden from me". She replied. "Maybe I don't trust you with those secrets". I stood up taking my backpack and walking out on them. I ignored Dora calling me and walked even faster. She doesn't even know why I don't let people visit me. I don't blame her for saying that way about me. She's right, there are some things I