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He asks for it and the Beta willingly hands it to him, he opens it and begins to read to himself, "King Magnus never said anything to me about his will," she wondered what this new drama was all about, "He wouldn't want to give his kingdom to an illegitimate child!!" He scoffs at her and the murmurs begin to get louder, "He may not be my father but I am my mother's child!! Watch your tongue or I would cut it off!!" She was getting annoyed by all these old men, Asher was right when he said she should've just killed them all in the first place.

Caliana. Xander. Everyone. Emmy looked at the names covering the walls. Then she spoke. “Neutral Valley has no queen.” Murmurs. “No king owns it.” More murmurs. “No bloodline owns it.” She raised her voice. “No prophecy owns it.” The crowd quieted. “You may call me Queen of Ash and Amethyst if you want.” Ignisvath smiled. “But that title does not make your choices mine.” She looked at the wolves. “Your alphas may lead you.”

Scrape. “He hasn’t left the sanctum in weeks,” the boy said, glancing up toward the ceiling like the King might hear him through the stone. “Not since the regional summit. Is it true he can hear whispers through the black walls?” “He hears everything,” the woman muttered. “The magic in this place belongs to him. That’s why the princes bow. That’s why Warlord Hoax is careful when he speaks. Xorax isn’t just a man anymore. People who forget that don’t come back down these stairs.”

I didn't even hear him come. He looked at my face. He was alarmed. "What happened?" he asked. I couldn't answer. This was impossible. Terrible. Unthinkable. Ares took the letter. Read it. Then he was silent. There was heavy silence. Terrible silence. Finally, he looked at me. He was pale. The letter said one thing. One horrible thing. *The Order of Ash is in your kingdom. They are, among your people. One of them has your sons.*

Voice like iron. “The kingdom isn’t falling. We’re purging it.” And when I looked at Asher—just for a breath—his eyes met mine with something raw. Something proud.

“I will borrow from other kingdoms if I must. I will sell land, treasures—anything. I will not fail you.” Lord Asher did not answer right away. He set his teacup down with care, his fingers steady. His eyes stayed on Edric, calm, unreadable. The silence stretched, heavy and sharp, pressing against Edric’s chest. “You borrowed knowing the terms,” Asher said at last. His voice was low, even. “You knew I do not wait.” Edric nodded quickly. “I know. And I accept my fault. But I am a king. If I fall, my kingdom falls with me.”

I announce before moving forward towards the trail. “Care to explain?” Theo asks. “We have an alliance with them now. That is all you need to know for now.” “OK.” He whispers back, satisfied with my answer. I link with Elnora as she stumbles on a rock. “Want me to carry you until we get onto the better ground?” “Yes, please.” Her answer came faster than I had expected. Lifting her into my arms, she hugs my neck close. “What you did for them last night made me so proud of you.” “I thought that I was thinking about what you would want me to do.” “There is a but in that statement.” “There is, when Sabastian and I were little, we made a book of laws that we would put into effect when I became Ki

After a while, he started to write relentlessly. Two years from now, the Credia Kingdom will be besieged from all sides. The Znoci¹ Kingdom from the west, the Poherto Kingdom from the east. The Promising Cavalry of the Utopia from the north, and mercenaries from the south. As for the reason? He was very well aware of the root of the war. In two years, a bottle of purple potion will appear in Black Tower's Auction House. It was said to have the ability to cure all illnesses and bring forth eternal life.

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.