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The gardener looked at me with a mix of pity and horror. "Dig it up. The smell stinks." My voice was indifferent. Watching the tree crash down, its roots—connected to the earth's ley lines—exposed to the air, I felt nothing but relief. I returned to the study and found the Blood Oath scrolls and cards Ethan had written to me. I shoved them, stack by stack, into the magical shredding array. The array hummed, and the sweet nothings that once made my wolf's heart race instantly turned into meaningless dust.

She carried a bundle of scrolls, dust thick on the vellum, her hands shaking. “Stop,” she snapped, louder than either of them. “He is still Daryl. And if we want him to remain that way, we need this.” By torchlight, Maera unfurled the brittle parchment across the altar. The ink was faded, but the drawings were clear enough — a great circle, glyphs carved in a spiral, two figures standing within. “It’s a severance rite,” she explained, her voice thin with exhaustion. “An old one. Not meant to destroy the vault, but to break its tether to chosen vessels.” She looked meaningfully at Daryl. “It’s the only way.”

Aunt Marge greeted her enthusiastically. “It’s been so long since I last ate a bread baked from brick oven. I can’t wait to bring some home for dad” she said while spreading cheese over a slice. “Here try some” she excitedly put a small piece of bread in Celine’s mouth and the latter just opened her mouth to accept it. “Eat some more, we will feed the animals later and try the horses” Aunt Marge’s eyes were glowing despite being so early in the morning. Has she been brainwashed overnight?

I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials. "We did it..." I whisper, smiling brightly at Lucy. "We summoned items straight from IKEA!" Lucy smiles back. "This only works when you trust the other person entirely—thank you for letting me borrow your powers." "Wait, I can still use magic, right?" Laughter rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I didn't steal your abilities! I only borrowed some energy." "Phew," I giggle. "I don't know what I would do if I lost my magic!"

I held them up so everyone could see. “You all remember this,” I said, “you all believed it.” Selene’s mother’s eyes hardened. “Those papers were verified and stamped by the council.” “Verified by dark magic,” I said, “not by the goddess.” Murmurs spread through the hall and Magnus took a step forward, but I kept my eyes on the paper. My power ran through my fingertips and into the page, and the ink began to shift and move. The words twisted, pulled apart, and rearranged themselves, showing the real content beneath.