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"Rei, get the car. We're going out. Take him with us." A couple of half-naked women were clinging to him on all sides when he got up from bed. He carelessly shoved them aside without paying them any attention. While he waited for Asia to wake up, he had tried drugs and women, but if that single person was in close vicinity to him, how could he settle down? Bronze Orchid owned large commercial buildings, placed strategically in multiple cities of various countries. That particular one in Seoul had its tallest point almost threatening to pierce the sky. It was quite tall and magnificent, famously known as the Sanctuary Tower.

After a moment, Ashton stopped rejecting Lawrence's suggestion and consumed the Primordium Pill. The moment the pill entered his body, a scorching wave of spiritual energy surged through him, filling every inch of his body. It felt as though he was going to burst into flames. "Breathe! Activate the power of your Drakeborne lineage!" Lawrence hurriedly instructed. Ashton's body trembled slightly. Within him, the blood of the Drakeborne lineage churned like molten lava. With each breath, he absorbed the Primordium Pill's burst of spiritual energy, forcibly integrating it into his body.

"She didn't agree. She took you and ran. And she hid you with the Pendletons." "The Pendletons are dead to me now." "Yes. I know." Kael stepped forward. "Why are you telling her this now?" Damian looked at him—studied him. "Because she deserves to know the truth. And because I have something she needs." "What?" He waved his hand. A door opened. Inside, a glowing crystal hovered in the air. "That," he said, "is the Heart of the Primordial. It's what gives you your power. Right now, the power is sleeping. But with the Heart, you can unlock it completely."

But she wasn’t exactly sure how. It started small. Flickering lights when she was angry. A crack spidering across the kitchen window when her mom screamed at her for not moving on already. Then there was the dream. It felt real. Too real. She was standing in a forest of ash trees. Everything was grey; the sky, ground, even the wind. Then she looked down and saw something glow on her skin. A mark. Twisting vines circling her arm, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.

“To rival the Alpha King, you must gather three sacred ingredients. Ancient. Forbidden. Hidden deep in the Dark Forest—the same cursed place where your Queen once wandered and awakened.” She tossed something at my feet. A scroll. I knelt, opening it slowly. Three names glowed in eldritch ink: The Heartroot Flower – blooms once every blood moon under the corpse of a betrayed Alpha. The Ashen Bone of the First Shifter – buried beneath the oldest tree in the forest, guarded by specters. The Tear of the Forgotten Moon – found only when one sacrifices something they love under full moonlight. I looked up. “I’ve never heard of these.”

The woman nodded and left. Soul seeds were extremely rare thus can only be found in Ebilor, where a single soul tree lives, its golden seeds stayed on the soul tree and could only be plucked by the Merelf Elder who had imprinted with the tree. Only desperate times required soul seeds and knowing Naga had requested she buy the seeds meant her son's life was gravely endangered. *********

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

"We have a working model. Caelum reviewed it yesterday—he confirmed the ritual logic holds, and he identified two adjustments that brought it closer to Malachar's original intent." "And?" Darius said. "And it will work." Nyx looked at me. "I believe it will work. The Primordial blood component functions as I hypothesised—amplification, not source. The anchor severing is Malachar's to perform. The blood opens the pathway." She paused. "Your blood makes the pathway available. The pregnancy amplifies both signatures. The combined effect should be more than sufficient." "The cost to me," I said.

It catches our light and throws back a thin, broken version of my face. Kael crouches. He does not touch the shard. “Draven,” he says. “Marking the path?” one scout asks. “Waking it,” Mirella says. The passage seems to tighten around the words. I press my palm to my belly. Ashen is still. Too still. “Ashen,” I whisper, too low for anyone but me. Nothing answers. Fear rises. I shove it down and keep walking. The stairs begin after that. Not cut cleanly, but worn into the stone by countless feet. Down. Down. Down until the air feels too old for lungs.

But now, those golden and silver runes were bleeding a dark, oily purple. Around the perimeter of the central platform, eight giant dark-silver drill rigs had bored into the foundation stones. Steam and toxic fumes hissed from high-pressure vents as heavy mechanical siphons pumped raw, unrefined mana out of the earth and into a floating obsidian sphere floating above the Crucible’s altar. Standing before that altar was Primarch Valerius.