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She tapped a few buttons, and from where she was, she could clearly see the live feed from one of the drone cameras she’d authorized. The "Sacred Grove." To the wolves, it was where their ancestors’ spirits supposedly hummed in the roots of the ancient cedars. To her, it was six hundred acres of prime timber and untapped geothermal energy that Roman had been too "traditional" to monetize. From her screen, she saw everything perfectly well. Six massive, yellow D11 bulldozers had their engines kicking up plumes of black soot that stained the morning air. They were lined up at the edge of the forest like a row of teeth ready to devour.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

The dusk sky was still bruised with daylight when the two messengers from Luna arrived at the Ridge’s southern border. Twilight curled through the forest, a gray hush cloaking the ancient stone circle. Trisha stood alone among the moss‑covered markers of oaths made and broken, her silhouette rigid in the gathering gloom.

Damon stole glances at Aqua as they drove, her presence beside him filling him with a sense of calm and purpose. After a short drive that seemed to pass in a blissful blur, they arrived at their destination—a dense forest teeming with life and secrets. Damon parked the truck amidst the towering trees, and together, they embarked on a journey through the winding paths and verdant foliage. The air grew cooler as they delved deeper into the heart of the forest, the sounds of the town gradually fading into the background. The rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds replaced the familiar bustle of civilization, enveloping them in a tranquil cocoon of nature's symphony.

Only those attuned to the roots of magic could navigate it. The deeper we went, the more tangible the darkness became. It wasn’t just the absence of light; it was a feeling that clung to the soul. The trees whispered in forgotten tongues. Shadows moved without wind. The snow-covered ground gave way to frost-covered grass—tall, blade-like stalks that shimmered and swayed as though dancing to an invisible song. It was called Whispergrass, a rare kind that reacted to magic. Whenever dark energy surged nearby, the grass would ripple in warning, even without a breeze.

I tilt my head up only to notice a silhouette standing a little far from me. I got up and dragged my feets towards the silhouette. This time I was hoping to see that specific person's face but much to my disappointment, it was shadowed. The silhouette's finger was pointed in some direction and I looked ahead, nothing noticeable or special except the green grasses all over the place. I frowned, squinting my eyes to see if I am missing something but so far nothing. I stepped forward, maybe there's something a little far from here.I took the second step and within a blink of an eye everything around me started shadowing, the green grass turned black, the trees around me were in the worst condit

The Shadow Lord had used his dark magic to escape, leaving only chaos and devastation in his wake. As Amelia stood amidst the wreckage, her gaze fell upon a faint trail of eerie, green mist leading deeper into the cavern. It was a sign, a glimmer of hope that the Shadow Lord had left a trace of his presence behind. With a newfound determination, she followed the trail, her senses heightened, and her instincts guided her every step.

“Would we be able to identify the Shadow?” “Shadows have a grey Aura, in the worse cases black. The issue is their aura changes with their moods. They have unstable magic. If they are thinking thoughts of light their aura will appear white. This makes them hard to find at times. But I wouldn’t want us to find it. Not until we are prepared.”

The morning of the fourth day did not bring a miracle. It brought a mountain of work. Neo-Tokyo was no longer a Syndicate stronghold, but it wasn't a paradise yet. The fusion of the black needle-ship and the white Spire had created a biological anomaly that hummed at a frequency that made the teeth of everyone within ten miles ache. The "Green-Ghost" vines were still pulsing, their black-and-gold leaves casting long, flickering shadows over the streets of the Gutter.

Annette was different, she was a gray witch. The wind blew rapidly, thereby swaying the leaves of tree branches and the surrounding plants. The trees and plants started to glow as well, emitting a soft fluorescent light that lit up the surrounding darkness. The chanting increased and the soft fluorescent lights slowly began to stream downward like a chain, forming thin lines like tiny electric currents. The soft lights continued to stream from the branches and down to the roots of the plants and into the soil and slowly crawled its way on the ground to where the women were. By now the trees and plants around had lost their initial glow and the ground was lit instead. The tiny light illuminat