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With hatred. The giant eye beyond reality widened. Larger than mountains. Larger than kingdoms. Larger than worlds. Watching. Waiting. Preparing. Then Ava ran forward. Immediately. “Thomas!” The projection flickered violently. The chains around him were disappearing. But so was the prison. Then Thomas looked up. His eyes widened. Then: “Everyone get back!” Nobody listened. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the Throne exploded. BOOOOOOOOOOM! A wave of force slammed through the garden.

"The philosophy is established. Now comes the application." He began to pack his kit. The next strike wouldn't be in a canyon or on a bridge. It would be in the "Fortress of Glass." He would bypass the "Action Legend's" security with the ease of a virus entering a cell. He would show the Sorgentone sisters that their "Unchained" voices were nothing more than static in the face of the blade’s silence. Silas Thorne extinguished the lamp. The darkness was absolute, but he didn't need light to find his way. He knew the path by heart. It was the path of the edge—sharp, narrow, and leading straight to the heart of the lie.

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

Sunday arrived with actual sunlight, which felt like poor timing. The island looked different in it, the black sand beach below the cliffs turned bronze, the stone walls of the academy lost their severity, the Atlantic shifted from its usual grey-green threat into something almost forgiving. Nora stood at the window of the east common room with her second coffee and looked at all of it and thought about Monday morning and an unstaffed academic wing and a manuscript sitting in a restricted section with thirty hours left before it disappeared into a High Court archive forever.

I felt eyes following me from the balconies above, but none dared challenge me. When I reached the throne room, two figures already awaited him. Ivy, dressed in silk black as midnight, reclined lazily in her throne, her lips painted the color of fresh blood. Valentina stood beside her, sharp and commanding, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. “You’re late,” Valentina said, voice like polished steel. I offered a careless bow,my crimson gaze gleaming. “I bring you something worth waiting for.”

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Luna Eero shook her head. “I am sure that throne room only exists in my dreams. Maybe I am just excited about the day to come when I'll see Claudius on the realm's throne, hence why I am dreaming of it. I often think about it.” “Or perhaps there's a throne room that awaits your presence,” I said in a low voice. “What is it, Cielo?” She asked curiously. “I said tell me more about this throne room,” I tempted her. “There's a huge stained-glass window behind the throne itself. The throne was made of uhm gold and on the backrest of it was a howling head of a dire wolf.”