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“We have what we need. Now, let’s figure out how to use it.” Adrian nodded, his eyes filled with a renewed determination. “Together, we’ll unlock its secrets. And we’ll be ready for whatever comes next.” As they gathered around the fire, the ancient book open before them, Isabella felt a glimmer of hope. They had faced darkness and emerged stronger. And with the power of the relic and the unity of their village, they would be ready for the final battle that lay ahead.

It wavered, as if gathering strength. Its warmth brushed my skin, the hum of my Mana still pulsing from deep within my core. Then it faltered. The glow thinned, stuttered, and vanished, leaving only the faint smell of smoke. My smile faded. The sudden quiet felt heavier than before, pressing against my chest. The air was still warm from the fire that no longer existed. I stared at my empty hand, sighing heavily. “So close,” I whispered, my throat tight with dismay. I didn't let that disheartened me. I continued to read the codex and practice along the way.

There was only the warmth of her mouth, the taste of defiance. Outside, the green light of the Citadel pulsed, a heartbeat of doom. But inside the bubble, two small, fragile humans held onto each other, plotting the death of a god. "Tomorrow," Tristan whispered against her lips. "We break the ice." "Tomorrow," she agreed. "We end it." The Mammoth rolled on into the dark, carrying the last hope of a broken world toward the frozen edge of oblivion. End of Chapter 34

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Third person's POV In an unrelated world, The forbidden book shines bright as the prophecy is being unleashed. "I think we've finally found our Savior....." _________________________________________________________________________________________________

THIRD-PERSON POV Lazarus was happy that his father still hadn't returned when the sun came up the next day, but he was super pissed off when his friends informed him about the stunt his brother pulled on them. Being the gentleman that he was, he apologized and promised to have Alec scolded for what he did. But right now, he had to get his companions out of the mansion. Lazarus wrapped the Book of The God's in a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Miranda's backpack. “Take care of this for now. I'll see you all next weekend,” he said as he followed them to their rental.

​The little boy turned toward Kai, stretching out his tiny hands as he came toward him, calling out in a pure, sweet voice: "Papa... Papa..." ​"My son..." The word escaped Kai's trembling lips like a pained gasp. His heavy hand reached into the air, trying to grasp the phantom of the little one, trying to reach that warm embrace and that happy life he had lost. ​But the moment his fingers drew near the phantom, the image shattered like scattered smoke. The roar of the bar returned to strike his head with cruelty, and he found the hand of the strange girl still touching him coldly. Kai shrank into himself, feeling a deadly chill invade his chest; those were his very first glimpses of hell and

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

Everything after this was ours. END OF CHAPTER 30 END OF BOOK ONE

Patricia, her mystic trance broken by the escalating violence, watched them go, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes before she turned her attention back to Elias. The break was clean, swift, and desperate. They had defied the King’s decree, not through passive surrender, but through active resistance and a strategic escape. The shrine, meant to be their judgment, had become the stage for their rebellion. They had escaped the immediate trap, but the path ahead was now undeniably one of open conflict. The kingdom had fractured, and Devon and Adriana, with the Ironfang Pack’s loyal core, were now fugitives.