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Thea nodded. She answered honestly, “I was bored at home and went through a few pages. The text is written in an archaic script from a thousand years ago and records some acupuncture techniques. I didn’t understand much, but the meditation method seemed interesting. It allowed one to calm down. Once a person’s mind is clear, it’ll make it much easier to think about complicated things.” James was surprised. He never expected Thea to be able to read the words within the medical book. Moreover, she even comprehended the meditation methods.

At that point, the tragic webnovel written by the AI had officially come to an end. Yes. In truth, I didn’t really understand what that eerie countdown and voice had ultimately rewarded me with. There was no earth-shattering transformation or gained superpowers, and I wasn’t transported to some alternate universe. It was just that, when I finally regained consciousness and woke up, my entire “story” was printed word-for-word in the novel I was currently holding in my hands. My name is Eva York, and I share the same name as the tragic female protagonist of the novel. I had simply been curious about how useful AI tools were these days, so I had asked it to generate a novel with my name.

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He approached one of the shelves, and yanked off a slim volume, the binding of which was finished in a dark red material. “This is a meditation guide used by early Sable wolves. They didn’t fight with just claws. They fought with awareness. With vision.” He handed it to me. “Trust your instincts. Let them show you the truth.” I took the book in shaking hands. “And what happens if I fail?” Marcel didn’t blink. “Then the world will burn again.” --- That night, I sat on the roof of our house, the meditation book open on my lap. The stars above were sharp. Cold. Beautiful.

CORTANA (a.k.a. Christina) POV I step out of the ice-cold lake, and my teeth begin chattering nearly uncontrollably. I take a moment to wring the extra water out of my hair and my clothes. I sit on a smooth boulder near the water making sure I’m in the bright stream of sunlight. I cross my legs into lotus position again to begin my meditation. No one is around; my senses picking up the distant patrols, but nothing else except the forest’s natural wildlife.

“Everything’s fine.” But the ghost of Salvatore’s stare wouldn’t leave me alone. ********* Salvatore's POV The pool was silent except for the faint ripple of water gliding against my skin. I sank deeper, letting the cold water seep into my muscles. Meditation wasn’t really my thing, but lately, I found myself here more than anywhere else…floating under the open sky, the burn of whiskey waiting for me at the edge, and thoughts I couldn’t kill no matter how many times I drowned them.

Means he can't command me anymore, can't feel my emotions, can't track me through the tether that once tied my soul to his. But freedom, I've learned, is just another word for alone. I press my fingers to my throat. The bruises are already forming, ridges in the shape of his hands, proof that he touched me, proof that for one terrible moment, he wanted me dead. The cell door creaks. I don't open my eyes. I don't have the strength. But I hear the footsteps, heavy, deliberate, familiar and my body betrays me. My heart speeds up. My breathing quickens. Every nerve ending sparks to attention even as my mind screams stop, stop, stop.

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📖 ⸻ Unlike every other book… It had no title. ⸻ No author. ⸻ No pages visible. ⸻ Only a black cover. ⸻ The moment Ilyaan saw it… Pain exploded through his mind. ⚡💥⚡ ⸻ Memories flooded his soul. ⸻ The Silent Sea. ⸻ The First War. ⸻ Auren. ⸻ The Second Dreamer. ⸻ And someone else. ⸻ Someone completely forgotten. ⸻

I shut the door behind me, locking it carefully, then laid the book on my desk. The cover glimmered faintly in the dawn light, like it was alive. I ran my hand over it, whispering to no one but myself. “You’ll help me end him.” Then I opened it again. Page after page, I read until the sun rose completely, painting the world in pale gold. The book spoke of mirrors of thought, techniques to teach telepaths to reflect emotion rather than absorb it, to project calm even while their minds burned. It described meditation patterns, breathing cycles, and ancient chants meant to align energy with memory.