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The voice that bends emotion, weaving itself into the hearts of those who listen. Legends say the mate of a Windsong is bound deeper than fate itself. When two sing together—Windsong and fated—they create a harmony that forges a bond unbreakable, a thread of magic that ties them not only for this lifetime, but through every life that follows.

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The young man who had once gripped his hand now placed both palms firmly upon his shoulders. “Zhangjian.” Li Min murmured. “Brother Li Min, Father… Mother…” the boy sobbed, his hands digging into the earth, his fragile frame weighed down by grief. Li Min pulled Xiu Zhangjian into a fierce embrace. His teeth ground together as his gaze locked upon the burning ruins of Boushan. In his heart, he swore, “You have made a grave mistake, leaving the true heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword alive. Mark my words, your time will come. We will rise, and we will have our vengeance.”

"They're not. I lost them to the Dark One." "You did not lose your power, Maya. If you did, the sword would never have been handed to you. For those of us who lost our Moonsinging abilities, we only touch the sword, and Neriah goes back with it. Seeing that it didn't go back with her only means one thing." "But…" "You have to choose between keeping your wolf or your powers. As long as your powers…"

My grip tightens on the hilt of the weapon as I prepare myself for the impending clash. Surrounded by a few Embers, I catch a glimpse of Sora's fiery ginger hair nearby, her expression, that of shock. Stepping forward, I swing my sword, but he dodges with impressive agility. As the clash of steel filled the air, each strike reverberated through the training square like a thunderous drumbeat. Thrystan moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training and combat experience in the Wreath.

"Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?" "It's not that, it's a her. Tonight, call a meeting with the other pack members. For us to be able to live the way we want and also to be able to shapeshift to a wolf even when it's bright, we need to sacrifice the lost blood" he spoke softly, looking around. "Yes Alpha" Dean bowed his head. Elon came across a bar. He stared at it, wanting to go back inside. "Let's go back to the mansion" he said.

I shield her, blade striking wraith-claws, sparks searing, Lena’s spark flaring, hymn steady. Cassia’s fire roars, blade slashing wraith-shadow, flames crackling, eyes fierce. “Die!” Renn’s relics blaze, hymn strong, striking claws, stance firm, Zorath at his side, voice low. “Keep up!” Maddox’s shadows twist, dagger sinking into wraith-flesh, grunt sharp, darkness fraying. Sylvara’s vines whip, binding claws, aura bright, staff firm, Elara’s rune glowing. Lysara’s frost-ring surges, blade flashing, frost trailing, voice crisp. “For Lumora!” Theryn’s light-blade hums, striking shadow, hymn soft, Zorath’s gauntlet slashing nearby. Valthor’s blade cleaves, helm aglow, wraith-flesh splintering.

Bonnie sobs uncontrollably and fights Orion to run to Diana's lifeless body but Orion holds her tightly. "Diana, don't leave me" I whisper brokenly. This cant be happening. My mind races and I feel my soul shattering. My wolf is going crazy clawing at my mind and howling in my head. I beat my fist on her chest in defeat and feel my soul break. "No no no no....no....Diana. Don't give up... I love you" I whisper as tears fall down my face. My mother approaches me slowly and puts her hand on my shoulder gently.

Realization dawned on James’ face. “By the way…” As if reminded of something, Waylon looked at James and asked, “Legend has it that the Primordial Sword comes along with the First Sword Art. Did you receive it too?” James shook his head, “No.” “What a shame.” Waylon said, “Legend has it that only King Quavon managed to cultivate the First Sword Art. Ever since then, it simply disappeared without a trace. Let’s hope that this unparalleled sword technique would one day emerge once more.”

On Arcadia Island, the huge Heavenly Sword enveloped the entire island with great sword energy! The sword was thousands of feet tall like a towering building above Clarke Manor on Arcadia Island! Alliance Master Yarn mustered all his strength and unleashed his aura before he could barely catch the Heavenly Sword that fell from the sky! At that moment, Alliance Master Yarn's arms were scorched red by the tip of the Heavenly Sword. His skin was cracked, and his veins were all severed!