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“They’re close.” A hunter jumps out, dagger glowing, and I tackle him, shadows pinning him. “Talk!” I yell, fist ready. “Guild’s rising!” he spits, struggling. “You’re too late!” “Bullshit,” I say, shadows tightening. “Raymond, light him up!” “Got it,” he says, light burning the hunter’s runes, making him scream. “Like the echo fight?” “Hell yeah,” I say, shadows ripping the dagger away. “Nice one!”

But now, alone on the ridge, she felt exposed, her senses screaming that she wasn’t as alone as she thought. She slowed to a stop near the edge of the ridge, her chest heaving, her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. The river below roared, a distant thunder that matched the pounding of her heart, and the moon’s light cast her shadow long and sharp across the shale. She straightened, her green eyes scanning the tree line, her wolf stirring beneath her skin. Something was wrong. The air was too still, the shadows too deep. She sniffed the air, her senses sharpening, and caught it—a scent that made her blood run cold: wet fur, rot, and malice. Black Shadow.

Ava placed the reason too late. “Penny, no!” It’s too late now; she heard Passerini’s voice in her head. She couldn’t stop Penny as she charged towards the source of the cold spot. A shadow golem. The worst of the worst. At the same time, another horde of shadows came at Ava, cutting her off from Penny, both locked in a fight for their lives. These shadows were stronger. They were not fragments like the ones Sven could create. These were originals. They could have only come from one place.

The only thing that mattered was bringing Rayne back. I materialized at the edge of the chasm, peering down into its seemingly bottomless depths. The darkness was absolute, a void that swallowed all light and hope. I extended a Wolf claw, preparing to slice my palm, when an unsettling chill crept over me, signaling the arrival of The Shadows. They emerged from every direction, and none, their dark tendrils writhing like living serpents.

I got her part down and now the weird old man says the Realm is full of shadow and I don’t need to use mine to do what he did To achieve this feat I need to visualize taking a part of that shadow around me, rolling it up like a ball and flatten its surface— I made it happen but the density of the platform I made is weak, hella weak. Instead of wasting his time I got on his shadow platform and it slowly got up to the mountain Our climb to the mountain was amazing, felt like I was floating. Shadow Manipulation is something else. We got to the top of the mountain and it’s flat. I find out there are a few people there and the top has chairs and shelters for people.

Its eyes locked onto Amelia, and she felt the pulse of its malice press against her very soul. “I… I can’t control it all!” she cried, struggling against the strain. Ryan moved closer, holding her firmly. “Then don’t. We fight together. Trust me. Trust us.” The connection between them surged, amplifying her power. The Shadows responded to the bond they shared, moving faster, striking harder, and shielding them both with precision. Step by step, they pushed the greater Shadowborn back, combining human strength, supernatural power, and unbreakable trust. Finally, the first true wave of the assault retreated into the forest, leaving the fortress battered but standing. Amelia sank to her knees,

My head bounced with a loud thud that echoed through my ears and darkness captured me. Relief flooded my body as I laid in the darkness. I felt light and peaceful. There was no pain, just lightness. It felt like I was floating. I was no longer falling, just still in the darkness. I pulled myself to my feet and felt the floor beneath me. I looked down at my stomach like there should be something there, but I couldn’t think why. I wandered through the darkness looking for a way out like normal. There was always a way out, but this time it was not obvious. The darkness was a bottomless pit. I walked and walked.

My men stiffened, already preparing to shift in case of an attack. A cold, unnatural chill swept through the clearing, snuffing out the warmth of the fire without even dimming its light. The hairs on my arms rose, and the men’s breathing turned shaky and ragged. A ripple of darkness peeled away from the trees. It wasn't a figure or a man. It was a shadow, unattached to any object, gliding, stretching, bending, and folding in on itself like smoke without air. The Shadow had arrived…My true and only master.

And a single line of text. Marry him tomorrow, and your brother dies that night.