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"If you ruin this, Avery Marie Vance, I will personally pull the plug on your grandmother’s ventilator before the wedding reception is even over." The venom in Elaine's voice was cold enough to freeze water. Avery stood paralyzed in front of the grand, gold-framed mirror, her breath catching in her throat. The heavy, diamond-encrusted silk of the wedding gown felt less like a luxury and more like a gilded straitjacket. "I understand, Stepmother," Avery whispered, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edges of the marble vanity.

I was hovering a few inches above the altar, enveloped by a thick, swirling aura of dark reddish-black energy. The burning on my neck was gone. The mark had completely melted, bleeding upward into a pattern of black, thorny vines that curved over my jawline and rested just beneath my eyes. I lowered my feet back to the stone floor, my movements feeling incredibly light, yet entirely foreign. I stared down at my hands, my nails had turned pitch black, and tendrils of darkness bled lazily from my fingertips. "Magnificent..." Lucien dropped to his knees before me, holding out the black book with hands that shook from pure, fanatical devotion. "Welcome back, First Bride. The seal is broken. Now,

"Goodness, keep your voice down! Yes, he planned it from the beginning. When did he finally clue you in?" "He didn't," I said bitterly. All those years... he'd planned to use me like a cyborg, and he never had the guts to admit it to me. Christa came over and hugged me. It was akin to embracing a skeleton, but it still felt pretty good, considering my mood. "Go," she whispered. "I know you're mad, but... this is how it has to be if we want to save the world." "Yeah," I muttered. "I guess it's my just punishment for being such an idiot."

I followed them by eye and strange enough, I felt a lot heavier—it feels surreal. I tried to follow them until they got out of the building, although I feel like I will be in so much trouble if I keep on and yep, I don’t care. I don’t want to let this opportunity slide as I saw the same kinds of people in my dreams beheading civilians and starting a war. If that were to be true, I want myself to witness their downfall before anything happens. “Oi, Reign Yrven. The Black Wolf of the Lightning’s wrath.”

There was no turning back. “I, Damon Westwood before the elders and members make this vow in spirit and soul" he began. I repeated after him and then he began to recite the vows. “Before the eternal stars and the silent moon,I kneel in shadow and light alike.I vow to bind my breath to the living, my blade to the forgotten,my soul to the endless hunt.” He started. I repeated after him and he continued. Our voices were the only thing we could hear. “By ash and by fire, by blood and by dust,I renounce slumber while the fanged still walk.Let no glamour cloud my sight, let no darkness sway my spirit” he said and I repeated again.

I thought she was betraying me? Before I could ask anything, Davina came back, her robe swishing as she came closer. She held a large, black book in her hands, its cover cracked and old, the symbols on it glowing faintly in the dim light. She began chanting in an unfamiliar language, and I felt the floor under me begin to shake. My heart raced as I realized that whatever she was chanting was so that the ropes would cut my skin and spill my blood onto the goat's head. But, because of what Lisa said, I kept my body frozen. If my blood touched that engraving, I would die.

Fire spread across buildings that appeared to have been standing only hours earlier. But it was not ordinary fire. The flames were white. And wherever they touched... Reality changed. Streets disappeared. Buildings became forests. The sky flickered between day and night. People ran in every direction. My heart pounded. "This world is breaking." A voice answered behind me. "Because she broke it." We turned. A woman stood among the flames. She wore black armor. A long crimson cape trailed behind her. Her eyes glowed with a familiar violet light. The Void.

“We’ll face this. Whatever it is, we do it together.” His touch grounded her. Despite the storm still raging inside her, she nodded. But in the pit of her soul, she knew something had shifted. The fire within her had changed—and the world was about to change with it. As the three of them began moving again, unaware of the pair of eyes watching from the cliff above, a whisper carried on the wind. The fire has awakened… and soon, the world will burn.

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

Thick, acrid grey smoke instantly flooded the space, turning the flashing red emergency lights into a hellish, disorienting haze. "Fuck!" Bin swore loudly, coughing as he blind-fired three rounds into the doorway. "We've got thermal visors incoming! They can see right through this shit!" The high-pitched thwip-thwip-thwip of suppressed automatic rifles cut through the smoke. Plaster rained down on them as a hail of submachine gun fire chewed through the bookshelves, sending shredded paper flying like snow. "Move! Move! Move!" Vito’s voice boomed, sharp and completely commanding despite the chaos. He fired two precise shots into the haze, a heavy grunt indicating a hit. "Vicky, behind the des