The Forbidden Claim: Three Alphas, One Luna
Caleb moved like a chaotic meteor made of burning ash, shattering black stone beneath his feet, while Jace teleported from shadow to shadow, skipping the vertical drop like gravity didn’t matter.
Up on the roof of the world, the Emperor watched his apocalyptic tide fail against my shield. He sneered, dropped his hands, and cut off the blood-magic flow entirely. Then he turned, facing the two Demi-gods as they landed on his spire.
"You think glowing tricks can kill an immortal?" The Emperor mocked, and he drew a thin blade that was perfectly straight, made entirely of condensed crystallized blood.
"Let’s see," Caleb laughed, charging forward with a roar that shattered the glass in the surroun
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