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Many people talk about them and create a lot of opinions, especially when it's campaign time. "Damn it!" Jacob was really annoyed. He didn't care if the glass on his desk was now scattered on the floor. The glass shards were scattered all over the floor of his room but he couldn't care less. The annoyance in his heart was mounting. "How come Celine can counter the attack I had?"

I held on to my pendant and slightly grinned. "And what do I need in order to break the curse within myself?" I asked. "You have to kill that half-breed vampire with your own hands. If you do that, then the blood of a witch running through your veins will soon disappear and you'll be accepted by your first mate." The smile on my face suddenly disappeared. I have never thought to hear something like that from him.

A sharp, metallic crack echoed through the quiet woods. The ancient jade bracelet violently shuddered against my skin. A hairline fracture zipped across the center of the green stone, splitting the old protective runes right down the middle. With a tiny, crisp snap, a small triangular chip of the green jade broke away entirely, falling into the black mud between our boots. Through the tiny fissure, a single, blindingly pure spark of radiant white energy leaked into the open air, shooting upward like a small bolt of stellar lightning, shattering the frozen branches of the pine directly above us into a thousand sparkling shards of ice.

"How much of you is left?" I don't answer. The static is silent, but the Bastion's echo remains-a map of stars in my mind, guiding me to something worse. --- **The Omen** At dusk, the sky bleeds again-not green or gold, but a sickly *white*. The clouds part, revealing a massive structure orbiting the planet. It's sleek, alien, and marked with the Arbor Prime's spiral. A transmission crackles through the static's corpse. **"Cycle disrupted. Purge protocol initiated."**

Nyx continued, gesturing towards the orbs, "is your choice. Each one holds a fragment of power-one to guide your path. Green for healing, blue for wisdom, red for strength, and white for clarity. Choose wisely, for your choice will determine the foundation of your strength." Carmen stared at the orbs, her mind racing. The vibrant colors danced before her eyes, each one enticing her with its brilliance. But something felt...off. Suspicion crept into her thoughts. Nyx didn't seem like the kind of entity to offer gifts without consequences. She had already deceived her once. "I don't want any of these," Carmen said sharply. "The orb I need isn't here." She didn't know why she said it or where t

But now… Now it thickened. Sluggish. A stain spread through him, black and cold, mirroring the ocean’s corruption. His veins carried taint. His soul pulsed wrong. He clenched his fists, fury sparking. He would not yield. He would fight. He summoned his magic, calling out with raw desperation. A simple command. A beacon. He reached for a drifting bloom of bioluminescent jellyfish, creatures he had guided since boyhood. Their starlight always answered him, flaring in rhythm to his pulse.

“That’s not Jasmine’s energy anymore.” “She’s trying to come back,” Lyra said. “That’s Jasmine.” Caspian stood abruptly. “Then how do we help her?” “The fragment,” said Damien at once, glancing towards me. “It knows the path.” “It’s bleeding,” I replied. “Then follow the blood.” I knelt, laying my hand on the rune. The shard in my palm flared—cold, rather than heat. And the ground under us shook. Something below the tower groaned. Not a creature. But a door.

Panic clawed at me anew, but her presence steadied it—her heartbeat against mine a metronome to chaos. Elara’s head snapped up, her tears drying as survival instinct overrode heartbreak. “The fragment—it’s the key!” she shouted over the din, her voice regaining its commanding edge. She lunged for the desk, dragging me with her, our hands still locked. The runes parted for us like water, the dome flexing but not breaking. Her free hand snatched the glowing shard, slamming it down onto the desk’s center—right over the etched map of alliances, where ley lines converged in a nexus of power.

(Lucian POV) I was halfway through a report from my Beta when the air shifted. It wasn’t sound, it wasn’t scent. It was instinct. My wolf lifted its head inside me, alert. A pulse of unease rippled through my chest - sharp, urgent. Ivy. I thought I didn’t wait for the Beta to finish speaking, I turned. Across the dim edge of the burial grounds, I saw them. Five omegas. A tight circle. Small bodies pressed behind one - Ivy

Where she took out a square, wooden case. What could this be? “We have 2 options to choose from. They are not going to be easy, but I think it’s the only option that we have,” Pollies started, unlocking the case with a few hand-sweeping combinations, “First is the Amidine way. We need peels of a dragon master’s skin, a pureblood’s cup of blood, and a strand of an elf’s hair. We mix them inside this case and draw the needed symbols. And then, according to the Animo, a white passage shall appear and it will lead us to Harte.”