Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets
I took one step forward and walked on air.
The Queen rose higher, darkness writhing behind her like a living shadow trying to crawl free, and understanding settled cold and clear in my chest: I wasn’t fighting the Queen anymore; I was fighting what was wearing her.
Her voice came again, but deeper now, layered and wrong. “You should yield,” the darkness rasped through her mouth, “you cannot win.”
I smiled, and then I rushed her.
The final clash was violent, brilliant, and terrifying. Darkness lashed toward me in thick, writhing tendrils, but this time I moved through them like sunlight through smoke, golden fire pouring from my hands in controlled bursts to slice through shadow with surgical
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