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I could hear their metallic, synthesized chuckles over the din of the battle. "Target the mother," Sarah’s voice commanded. "Take her legs. I want her to watch the city fall from the dirt." Twelve Exo-Shifters leveled their pneumatic rifles at me. I didn't flinch. I smashed the vial of Primordial Serum against the ground. The effect wasn't an explosion. It was a silent, silver pulse that traveled through the glass floor like a heartbeat. The moment the serum touched the spirit-veins of the mountain, the "Silver Glass" beneath our feet didn't just vibrate—it awoke.

Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn’t look away. The demon dropped her like discarded cloth and turned toward the next nearest sound. “ No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “ No, no, no.” My entire body trembled. My fingers felt numb. I pressed them against the ground to stop the shaking, but it didn’t help. The barrier’s light flickered again, weaker this time. The crystals that had once glowed with steady brightness were dimming, their soft hum fading to silence. Then the shadows began to slip through.

A dark, malicious chuckle rippled from his chest, causing fresh tears of absolute terror to spill over my tightly closed eyelids. "Let me go..." I whimpered, my voice entirely devoid of strength. He suddenly erupted into a loud, mocking laugh that sent a violent shiver of dread straight down my spine. With a sudden, aggressive motion, he shoved my face away, releasing his grip on my jaw. But before I could even draw a breath, the heavy palm of his hand came crashing violently against my cheek. The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

He was perfectly still, a statue of war waiting for the first strike. ​"They come," Vesh said, his modulated voice cutting through the howl of the wind. ​I strained my eyes into the darkness. At first, there was nothing but the driving rain and the shadows of the gorge. Then, the shadows began to move. ​It started as a low tremor in the earth, a vibration that traveled up through my combat boots. Then came the smell. It was a suffocating wave of rot, dried blood, and ancient dust.

I asked, pissed. "Maybe he is also hiding. They fear me!" She lifted her head and continued chanting. I hastily shifted, and Shiva let out a loud growl before she lunged at her. It was a good thing that Serena didn't see that coming. If not, we might have turned into dust at once. Shiva bit Serena's hand while the latter kept on hitting Shiva's face. To be honest, she was stronger than before. Shiva's face was now full of blood and was on the verge of giving up.

I blinked hard, wiped my thumb across the paper as if that would steady me, and read again. Then the letters sharpened. “Custody Petition: Serena vs. Killian.” For a second, everything inside me stopped. Breath. Thought. Heartbeat. I felt the stillness in my bones, a hollow, echoing pause where my entire body forgot how to function. And then, violently, my heart kicked back into motion, slamming against my ribs so hard the pain radiated up my sternum. The shock of it made me grip the paper tighter to steady myself.

’s Keep like a living thing. I could feel its cold teeth nipping at the edges of my mind, urging me to run, to flee back to the safety of the campfire. But that wasn’t who I was—and it sure as hell wasn’t what Clara needed me to be.The new blade—Shadowborne—hung at my back, a comforting weight. Every step I took with it at my side felt… different. Like I carried a piece of the old wars with me, a piece of every defiance that had ever stood against the darkness.I retraced my steps, moving through halls where shadows danced like memories, listening for any sign of Clara or Seris. My mind replayed Seris’s warning: some secrets have teeth. I’d faced more than my share of enemies, but I’d never b

My forehead suddenly creased because it became familiar. "The Luna Princess can create scenarios in her mind to escape reality and that's where the Vampire Prince saw her but didn't even dare to introduce himself as her past lover in her past life because he's afraid that what if the woman that he loves will disappear again just like in her past life? He can't bear that so he's now okay for now to talk to her in her imagination and waited for the right time how to lift the curse," he said and nodded his head. I don't know what to feel now. I should be happy with the story, right? But why do I feel like the story he's talking about seems connected to me or I'm just assuming something?

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