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The world around me tilts, the edges of my vision going dark. “Rest up,” he adds, his voice distant now, like it’s coming from underwater. “You’ll need your strength for what’s coming next.” The last thing I see is his smile, cold and victorious, before the darkness swallows me whole.

The water passed straight through the shadow and turned black. Morrow floated closer. Her white light touched the edge of the darkness. The two forces clashed violently. Light and shadow pushed against each other. The shadow figure trembled slightly. But did not fall. You are bright, it said softly to Morrow. But not bright enough. With one smooth motion, it lifted its hand. Morrow was thrown backward into a building. Maria screamed. “No!” The shadow turned slowly toward the city. Toward the people. Toward everything. Helios moved to block it.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

It shifted from shadow to flesh to shadow again. The cloaked figure stood behind the shadow that was trying to crawl toward its target. With its free hand, the figure pushed back the hood of its cloak. Marx saw the face of the woman; solid, then shadow, then solid again. She lifted the shadow to face her, the thing hissing threats. She opened her mouth to show the same wispy columns of white teeth, her face turning partly insubstantial. From the shadow’s mouth, a silvery light appeared. It passed from the shadow to the woman. She released it and it broke apart into nothing.

Eira followed out of the house behind Pete, glancing around for any easier way to get to Calypso. Back to what Calypso saw, as shadow moved over to take a glimpse at the voice that was heard, lens flares, possessing hexagonal shapes, were seen across the top left side of the view of shadow. Shafts of light around the corner of view, caused a lot of detail loss and little edge detections as thus, not everything was seen. Having focus on one thing at a time, shadow finally set eyes upon the voice heard. It was no other than Asmodeus in a black suit.

Karina was covered in sweats, her teeth gritting as she poured all her force into slowing down the momentum of Hail’s final attack. Without another word, the other Nobles summoned their shadow. The blackness of its feature stretched until they connected. It was only then that it stretched into a dome that covered all of them. At the same time, Sloane called upon her shadow who stretched in the basis of her shadow. Before the dome closed upon her, she’d seen Sloane winked at her and she felt a warm sensation stabbing her stomach.

"That... that is not part of the Partition!" "It’s the part you couldn't digitize," I hissed. "It’s the **Dirt**." I swung the shadow-blade at the silver shear that was hovering over Rowan. The sound of the impact was like a thousand windows shattering. The shear didn't just break; it unraveled into gray static. Rowan gasped, his eyes snapping back to their deep, beautiful brown. He fell forward, coughing, as his shadow returned to its solid, jagged shape.

My wrist mark burned—resisting—then cooled a fraction as the stone tightened. The crack narrowed to a hairline. But before it shut, the dark on the other side flickered once more—like a final spiteful peek. And I saw it. Not my mother this time. A shadow standing behind her, tall and robed, face hidden, holding a moon-silver blade like it was about to cut her loose… or cut her open. The shadow lifted its head. No features. No eyes. And yet I felt it smiling. The seam snapped shut.