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Bridge endured so Hope could finally, truly, completely become nothing. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Exchange was made. Price was paid. Bridge suffered. Forever. Willingly. For Hope. And that suffering was beautiful. Was meaningful. Was exactly right. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Love made it so. Forever.

The Source speaks. It tells me of the other kingdoms. The Wolf Kingdoms of the North, frozen and fierce. The Wolf Kingdoms of the South, warm and passionate. The Wolf Kingdoms of the West, wild and untamed. And beyond the wolf kingdoms, other beings. Beings of fire and shadow. Beings of earth and sky. Beings of water and stone. "They are all lost," the Source says. "They all need the bridge." "But there is only one bridge." "Yes. And you must carry the light to all of them."

His breathing slowed. "No..." His voice barely rose above a whisper. "They're records." We joined him. Each tablet carried different carvings. Different centuries. Different handwriting. Different languages. Yet every record shared one title. The Bridge. No family names. No kingdoms. No Alpha titles. Just... The Bridge. Ezekiel opened another. Then another. His face slowly lost its color. "They don't all end the same." Matthew looked over his shoulder. "What do you mean?" Ezekiel swallowed.

"I want to commend you for your commitment and hardwork in ensuring the safety of this Kingdom. Keep up the good work." "Will do, sir." The two of them kept moving, they walked slowly towards the road that leads to the bridge, Alex not making any attempt to stop walking. He waited at the end of the bridge while Rebal cleared the area. Alex noted that nothing looked out of place except the damages that had already been done during the last war. All was quiet. Rebal walked back. "It's clear." They continued to walk down the bridge and, soon they reached the other end, the forest before them.

She knew that Mac trusted her, but she didn't want to give him any reason to suspect her. They counted up to twenty thousand coins; that was more than Mac had ever made. He started bawling with excitement, his hope already in full bloom. The Blood Kingdom... Deep within the dark forest of the Blood Kingdom, there stood a grand palace. It was surrounded by a toxic river that emitted poisonous gases and could only be crossed by a special boat owned by the Blood king. A thick fog surrounded both the river and the castle, and whoever was crossing would have to be very careful to prevent falling to his or her death.

We humans, as I thought I was back then, only troubled ourselves with human territories nearby, a homogenous group of small kingdoms that was, frankly, boring. There were lovely landscapes, of course. We had forests and meadows and fine gardens. I came to believe that people only existed in those types of places. So, I try not to blame myself for the assumptions I made about this kingdom of Swamplands. But traveling through it, I’m beginning to understand that popular saying about how foolish you become when you make assumptions. Because this—this is something amazing. Once our cargo is situated, the charming country road we begin riding down changes quite a bit when we exit the forest that

The texts here were forbidden—the kind copied from shattered ruins and burned archives. I ran my fingers along the spine of a book bound in crimson leather. The title had long faded, but the sigil on its cover was unmistakable: The Seal of the Bridge. I opened it carefully, half expecting it to crumble in my hands. The script was old, written in an archaic dialect only partially translated. But one line stood out—etched deeper than the rest, almost as though the page itself had been cut to carve the truth into its flesh: The bridge remembers blood.

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

“It’s… 1438 AE, Your Majesty.” My stomach dropped. No. No. No. “What kingdom is this?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “Earldom, my Queen.” My voice cracked. “Who rules this kingdom?” “King Alaric,” she said softly. I froze. The Raven King. The man I’d just insulted in class that morning. The tyrant who burned the world over a betrayal. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath. “This has to be a joke.”

CHAPTER 86: War of words The old man’s eyes darkened, but his composure remained maddeningly intact. “Your father was not the saint you paint him to be. I have never made myself out to be one. Neither was Roland Kade. We were men. Flawed, hungry, driven. And yes, we carved out an empire, but none of it was without sacrifice of sweat and blood. Not a single brick in the foundation was laid without blood or betrayal; that betrayal coming from your father. You speak of greed?” His voice dropped, heavy as lead. “Look in the mirror. You are your father’s daughter.”