Kali Library Of Ruina Novels & Stories

Looks like PSS later also realized this request was too unreasonable, accepting to protect me within a week. A week is too short, I was going to increase the protection period to a month, but at that moment I found Alva's whereabouts. It's in Dolion, this week Alva will be hurt by the security shield here, now is my chance. I don't have time to care about PSS anymore, I have to search for Alva's entrance with all my might. It's a sly thing, everywhere it goes it leaves traces but I can't find it. On the last day I was completely safe, I found a girl named Kalina Evans in a house near the factory where I worked.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Boss, but I thought you should know—something strange came up.” My brow furrows. “Strange?” “I was going through the archived files you asked me to scan for the Consortium project—just making sure everything is updated before your flight—and I found something odd. A deleted folder in the system. Hidden under a dummy label.” I frown. “Whose system?” “Your brother’s,” he says quietly. “Mathieu’s old drives. They were backed up on the MoreauCloud, but not accessible unless decrypted. I thought I’d try. One of the folders was titled Raven.”

After a beat, quieter, “Not in the way they think.” The marks in her palms pulsed hotter, like they’d heard him and agreed. Kaela pushed to her feet, moving toward the table. Her shadow swallowed the map, covering the neat ink lines and tidy borders. “We start where they think no one dares go. The ruins in the north.” Lira froze mid-step. “That’s dead land.” Kaela turned to her. “Not dead. Buried. There’s a difference.” Ronan’s mouth shifted—almost a smile, but not quite. It was enough to make her chest tighten.

“You’ve lost.” “Lost?” Luciana laughed hysterically. “I haven’t lost. I still have one card to play.” She pulled something from her robes. A vial of dark liquid. “Poison,” she said. “Powerful enough to kill even an immortal. I drink this, you never get your revenge. I die on my terms, not yours.” “Go ahead,” Ares said coldly. “Save me the trouble.” Luciana’s hand shook as she brought the vial to her lips.

“Protect the crystal!” Erynn darts toward the monument, her void-tainted relic pulsing, its hymn searing, the crystal’s light dimming, its vines cracking. Kalia’s orb cracks further, its void-energy erupting, her hymn a wild cry, her aura flaring, her eyes distant, a vision seizing her. “Aelys!” she gasps, her hands trembling, her vision showing a new rift-world—Sylvara, its forests void-blighted, the Herald’s ritual pulsing, the stolen relic its heart, Veil-threads fraying like ash. I shield Kalia, my blade striking a starborn, my shoulder throbbing, my vision blurring, my mortal heart straining. “Kalia, focus!” I shout, my voice strained, my hand steadying hers, our hymns merging briefly,