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The wind stirs across the valley, carrying my voice just enough that it brushes the edges of the ridge above. Not words. Not clearly. But presence. Invitation. The runes flare again. Stronger. The ground trembles faintly beneath my feet. Around the outer edges of the ruins, my followers shift—wolves, men, and things in between. They wait for my signal, for the moment this becomes more than anticipation. But I do not rush. Rushing breaks rituals. And this— This has been centuries in the making. I lift one hand slowly. The Veil responds.

Leonardo said The puzzle pieces finally clicked together, Rowan didn’t just want a war, he was playing a game of monopoly and he is using his political leverage to the clear the board I leaned forward, placing my elbows on the table, the ruthless, predatory darkness entirely consuming my thoughts. “ We need to strike back, and I intend to hit Rowan where it hurts most” I said.

Defenceless, useless, made my heart flutter with joy. The platform hummed beneath my boots, the old runes responding eagerly to the rising of the Bloodmoon. These runes were waiting for the moment they would be fed with the blood of an Alpha. Glancing over at Lyra, she was weak but with the help of Ronan’s blood she would regain her strength and be able to complete her transition. I just had to wait for the perfect timing. Everything had a time, otherwise the ritual won’t work.

Vaelrion The Dragon King Awakens First, there was fire—no flicker, no timid glow, but a cataclysm reborn, tearing through the emptiness within him like a newborn sun’s wrath. It was ancient hunger, merciless and unbound, roaring through his veins, coiling around bone and sinew, igniting every rune etched into his soul. His magic—silent, dormant across the ages—erupted in a deafening roar as though shattered chains fell away at once.

“Ancient book. Leather bound. Old as fuck. Smells like blood and ink and… royalty.” My stomach dropped. “The awakening book.” Alerion turned slow. “The what?” I swallowed. “Dad left it here. Said it was the full guide to wake up royal bloodline powers. Not the watered-down version the Council has. The real shit. Rituals, warnings, everything.” Zane whistled low. “So they just stole the cheat code.” Lysander punched the wall. Plaster cracked. “I’m gonna rip their fucking throats out.”

When Eli gave the signal, Dani let out a piercing howl, drawing the Ridge wolves’ attention. The clearing erupted into chaos as Eli, Dani, and Jonas charged into the fray, their attacks precise and coordinated. Lyla slipped toward the archway, her heart pounding as she approached the glowing runes. The runes pulsed with dark energy, their glow intensifying as Lyla reached for them. She placed her hands on the cold stone, feeling the shadow’s power pushing against her. Closing her eyes, she channelled the forest’s energy, letting it flow through her into the runes. The light from her hands clashed with the dark glow of the runes, creating a blinding flash.

“I have never seen your magic, Eli, and I look forward to witnessing you in battle.” A quick breath escaped Eli’s nose. “You won’t be disappointed. In fact, I will be the one to carry and protect you, Your Highness.” Arth watched as Elicantris raised one hand into the air and called, “Awaken.” White light flashed above her hand, hurting Arth’s eyes that he had to cover them. When the light slowly faded, he uncovered her eyes, only to see an ancient golden book; flaring in white flames. Elicantris smiled, her face shone by the glowing light. “Surprised, Your Highness? I bet you’ve never seen an Ascension Summoning before …”

Lethe was confused; clearly she didn’t find her statement humorous because it’s the truth. Ms Reina began to speak, "I’m really glad about the way everyone handled this revelation. It’s now time I tell all of you the truth. As you all know, Lethe here is responsible for reincarnating Eris into me. The reason behind her ploy is because Moros and Eris have struck a deal and decided to raise Tartarus. Moros, being the daemon of doom, thirsts to witness destruction and chaos while Eris, the goddess of strife, can’t wait to see the mortals suffer. Together, they will release catastrophe over the mortal realm. Eris is the key to raising Tartarus; as the queen of Asphodel or also known as Dalaket,

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

I also need to control my energy better, so I dont end up wasting more energy than I need to. Fenrir takes a deep breath before surrounding his body with magic aura. 'I need to tap into my full potential. This feels like nothing compared to the first time.' As Fenrir taps into the anger he felt while trying to save Luna, the fire around his body starts to get more erratic. The flame's colors start to change from orange to red. The stone beneath him is scorched due to the intense heat.