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Because the moment they adjusted, I moved and broke hold. Let the war begin.

I whispered, my voice lost in the chaos. This was real. This was not story. This was not myth. This was war in our street. Elara’s head snapped up too. She swore under her breath, angry, frightened, furious. Then she did something I didn’t expect. She shifted fully. Right there. Not hesitating. Not waiting to “prepare”.

"I want it to watch while I dismantle everything she ever built. Dress up, Elara. We’re going home." As we dressed in the dim light of a hand-cranked flashlight, I realized the war had changed. It wasn't about a company anymore. It was about blood. And the Architect was about to learn that you can't code your way out of a Thorne’s wrath.

Kaelith War does not begin with a single moment. It begins with a thousand small choices. A scout deciding to run instead of hide. A general deciding to strike instead of wait. A king deciding that the future of his people is worth the blood that will be spilled to secure it. By the time the first roar of battle echoes through the ruins of the old fae capital, the war has already begun. I feel it before I see it. The moment Seraphina’s music begins to rise through the amphitheater behind me, the air itself changes.

They had torches and sledgehammers, and they looked like they were here to burn the world down. "Alaric, what’s happening?" I sobbed, clutching his shirt. "The war just started, Elena," he said, his eyes glowing with a dark, primal light. "And you’re the prize."

He rolled her onto her back, folded her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her with one savage thrust. The final war had begun. And neither of them was going to lose.

“Then this war has only just begun.” The heavens ignited.

Her whole body trembled as tears fell again, this time not from grief but from rage. Mateo watched her in silence, his expression dark and disappointed. “You really are slower than I thought,” he muttered under his breath. Eloise stared ahead blankly, her mind spiraling. She realized, the war she had started had only just begun. It will only end if one of them dies.

“Because we’ll stay three steps ahead.” Elara nodded slowly. She had started this war in the shadows. She would finish it in the light.

After stepping down from the altar, William sent me a text. "The negotiations are going well. What do you want to eat tonight?" I replied, "Are you actually negotiating right now?" As soon as I sent the message, I received a barrage of calls and texts. "I am. I'll explain it to you once I'm home." Through the livestream, I could see that William was shocked. He completely disregarded the wedding and hurriedly took his suit off, rushing home as if it were a matter of life and death. However, I had already left the borders of Moria.