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she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

Vile, conniving, shit-hearted freak. One of them lifted her limp body off the bed so that the other could lie down, then laid her atop the horizontal one before climbing above her so she was sandwiched between them. Alaric’s frown deepened. “Hell no. I do not like this at all—” I raised my hand and swiped it across the moonmirror’s surface. “D’zarr vele’.” The mirror went black. I turned to face my friend. “Well? What do you have for me, besides the fact that you are just as confused and disturbed as I am?”

“You’re all fucking monsters…” Liora held out her hand for the bracelet. Mira stepped forward. Her voice was steady, chilling. “You really shouldn’t have done that.” The maid frowned, confused for half a second. Then Mira’s eyes changed...bright violet and hypnotic. “Look at me,” Mira commanded. The maid’s gaze locked onto hers instantly. Her lips parted slightly. The hall grew silent. Mira’s voice dropped lower, almost seductive in its darkness. “You’re nothing. You’re fucking useless.”

Chapter 16: The Price of Power The tunnel trembled. Sparks danced along Raven’s fingers, the Nightfire reacting not just to her rage, but to her resolve. Mira didn’t flinch. She had expected this, counted on it. The crates behind her leaked with the scent of ashroot and bloodstone. Illicit magic. Poison for Lycans. Profit for traitors. “You always were dramatic,” Mira drawled, stepping aside to reveal the cloaked figure beside her more clearly.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

] Candice looked at the messages, her lips tightly pressed, and then began scrolling upward. Thousands of messages later, she finally saw the video. Candice’s fingers trembled as she clicked on the video. When the video started, the pitiful begging voice of Yvonne came from the phone. "I beg you, can you lend me five-hundred thousand dollars..." Candice felt like she had been struck by lightning, her mind exploding. She stood there blankly. The video had already finished playing and the screen returned to the chat. The group of people below exploded, saying all sorts of things. Occasionally, there were a few morally questionable individuals who sneaked in some secretly recorded videos, but m

Ezra, his voice filled with urgency, called out, "We need to combine our energies, now! Focus on our bond with Malachi, draw him out!" Niamh began to sing, her voice intertwining with the chaotic energies of the Maelstrom, trying to stabilize it. "Remember us, Malachi. Remember where you belong." Liora joined in, her ethereal chant harmonizing with Niamh's, creating a mesmerizing melody that echoed with their shared memories and adventures. Isolde, gripping her weapon, yelled, "We're here for you! Fight through it!" Within the chaotic swirls of the mirror, for a fleeting moment, the guardians could see Malachi's face, contorted in anguish, yet with a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. "Elys

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he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by." "My twin and I wear a matching set," I said, spinning it with my thumb. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because you need to know what we can do." He sat up, eyeing me warily. "When I take it off, the world changes. It looks the same, but foggy, and I don't see people anymore, I see their souls. It's a pretty pointless ability really," I said, staring at my hands. "Lills is different though. She closes her eyes and sees the taken. She can interact with them and hear them speak. I can't. The ones I see are just dim reflections. It doesn't have much of an effect on me, but it takes a lot out of her."

The imposter threw Mira at the cell gate, busting it open; Elroy tried crawling towards Mira, but his numb body won't budge. The imposter clapped her hands together chanting in an unknown tongue, in that instance a twirling black hole with flickering yellow signs and symbols appeared behind her - as though being sucked, Elroy elevated into the black hole as did the imposter then it vanished.