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As he passed us, he stumbled, his heavy chains clattering against the marble. ​Julian looked away, intentionally distracting the guard. In that split second, Silas leaned toward me. ​"The Obsidian," he rasped, his voice a dry wheeze. "Tell Liam... the Obsidian works on the Sun-Shields. The Empire is a shell. Crack the shell, and the heart is soft." ​He pressed a small, crumpled piece of parchment into my hand before the guard jerked him away. ​"Move along, trash!" the guard barked.

Bemrylcad’s magenta eyes gleamed. “Obsidian has its uses, m'lady. It absorbs heat, steadies magic, and heals when used right. I’m not saying you should give up your wards, my Queen. But with obsidian worked into them, they’d cut deeper and hold longer, it could turn a fight in your favor. It should be used as a shield, a blade and a charm.” He spoke with calm assurance.

Sierra beamed at Sebastian, and he responded by wailing his arms harder. “I’ll take that as another yes,” X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ SIERRA ~ Sierra pressed her head back on the lounge chair and let out a sigh. Colton was on the chair next to her and Baby Sebastian was in a little carrier in the middle of them. She threw her glance at the blue ocean in front of them. It was so vast and so beautiful. Sierra couldn’t help but sigh again.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

What if? I groan internally. This is exactly why I don’t like going out—because my brain just refuses to let things be simple. No, it has to make everything seem like a conspiracy. After a while, I get lost in the pages of my book, trying to drown out the worries gnawing at me, but then, of course, something shifts. The world around me feels... off. It’s too still. Too normal. Yesterday, it felt like I was living in some high-stakes thriller. Everyone in that room—everyone—was glaring at each other, like the slightest wrong move would set off an explosion. Maybe a purge. Who knows? Definitely not the kind of vibe I want to relive.

'''' ''''what would you do if someone would lock you up somewhere? '''I didn't lock you. You were free to go. Remember.'''' ''''But You didn't tell me where was I and where's my phone??? Why did you hid it???'''' '''Your phone is in cupboard but its broken. Remember that day when you fell. There wasn't any repair center here so I had decided to give it back to you after repairing it.'''' '''And what about Your phone????'''' ''''Its in the study with my laptop and other files. But it won't work here. The weather here is too bad and I heard the network would be too slow even I couldn't call anyone. Otherwise, I would have given you my phone to talk to anybody you want.''''

They lived down in the Unders, in the toxic lower levels of the northern realm where nothing grew and no one with any sense went. There was apparently a lot of research done on them, but no one truly knew how they came to be. They were beastly enough to almost make even the stories about Xahen's wolf pale in comparison. Almost I thought, rubbing my arm. Nala tapped both palms on the armrests. "That's how the name Obsidian came about." I looked at her. "Is it true Obsidian was founded before any of the other three kingdoms?"

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