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he says, but I’m shaking, vision going dark.
The altar shakes, runes dimming, and the Calix-form weakens, claws slowing, but Selene’s voice cuts through, sharp as a blade. “You’re fools,” she says, stepping from the fog, eyes cold as ice, her black cloak blending with the shadows. “This ritual links realms—Hollowlands, vampire, mortal. You can’t stop it.” My stomach drops, ‘cause it’s bigger than we thought, and my heart’s failing faster, pain like fire in my chest. The relic glows gold, activating, and my light surges, but it’s pulling me apart, threatening to consume every spark I’ve got. Jude holds me tighter, screaming, “You ain’t dying!” as vines close in, wraiths swarming, and Selene v
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