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"Lyra's just an ordinary Omega, she..." Elarah pulled out a silver, crescent-shaped pendant. It glowed with a mysterious light in the moonlight. "This is her royal sigil. She dropped it. Only those of Moonshadow royal blood can activate its power." The pendant pulsed faintly in her hand, and the ancient, majestic power it gave off made my wolf instincts want to submit. "Impossible..." I muttered. Elarah sneered. "And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!"

Varyn said smoothly, "he wasn't aware of it." “What is it?” I whispered. “The Council’s Needle,” Varyn said, almost reverent. “Forged in the old days, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. These runes drain power from bloodlines. One precise cut and Ronan’s strength will bleed away, slowly, painfully. He will be helpless.” My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, pacing. The weapon felt wrong, alive somehow. “Drain… how?” I asked. “Gradually,” Varyn said, his voice cold. “It takes hours. Enough time for Ronan to know exactly what is happening as his power seeps out of him.”

Lourain turned around and looked at Hashem, "How many does that make it?" Hashem was very good with numbers, and he had been memorizing the numbers for the past few days. On top of the purple gold Fane had just put into Mustard Seed, "It's forty-six now!" When he said that number, his heart stopped for a moment. Forty-six pieces of purple gold were equal to 460 million spirit crystals. That number was an astronomical one to warriors of their level. Just thinking about it made their bodies shake.

Defenceless, useless, made my heart flutter with joy. The platform hummed beneath my boots, the old runes responding eagerly to the rising of the Bloodmoon. These runes were waiting for the moment they would be fed with the blood of an Alpha. Glancing over at Lyra, she was weak but with the help of Ronan’s blood she would regain her strength and be able to complete her transition. I just had to wait for the perfect timing. Everything had a time, otherwise the ritual won’t work.

Its silent howl fractured the surrounding obsidian pillars. “Leo…” Phoenix’s heart slammed violently against her ribs. A sharp whine filled her ears as panic surged. “ANCHOR THE CHAOS,” the Guardian commanded. “PALM TO PALM. SOUL TO SOUL.” Between them stood a stone pedestal carved with ancient Moonstone runes. A single groove cut its center. One hand atop the other. Phoenix’s fingers trembled—just once—before she curled them into a fist. “Every time I think this place can’t get more sadistic,” she hissed.

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

And most importantly, I hate feeling like I don’t have control over my environment. And this house? As chaotic as it is, I understand it. I know how it moves. I know how everyone behaves. I can predict things here. Unlike my life right now. Still… “That doesn’t mean I enjoy the chaos,” I said, crossing my arms. He chuckled softly like that was expected. “It’s a family, Alexandra. Chaos is part of the package.” I didn’t respond to that because honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for emotional wisdom. “Why are you here?” I asked instead, cutting straight to the point.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

Albian stood, crossed his hands over his stomach and told what he could. “Yes. We were sought out and told a great many things about you and what was to come. I was given a choice in the matter. I chose to help you. He found us hidden away in a cave, we were on the run...” The ground beneath them began to shake and the drumming of hooves echoed closer. Evrah looked around and saw a small group of unicorns, running full speed toward them. The atmosphere had changed. Fear had now taken hold in the expanse of space they occupied. It was the first time since she arrived, she felt herself. It was both comforting and terrifying.