W.I.L.D.
The twins sagged, still clutching each other’s hands, their heads bobbing forward in exhaustion.
“They’re only a year old,” Cheyenne breathed, voice cracking as she tore her gaze away. “If this is what they can do now…”
Nobody finished the thought.
The silence that followed was thick and uneasy, broken only by Jax’s ragged breathing and the soft hum still lingering around the twins, as if the world itself hadn’t yet decided whether to fear them… or to bow to them.
Far from the flickering glow of the twins’ light, the throne room of the Shadow Master seethed with darkness. The air itself shivered, thick and unbreathable, pressing against stone walls that groaned like they might crumble beneat
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