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The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

I couldn't find my voice to answer, but after a few moments, I gave a small nod and let him wrap his arm around my shoulder. My legs became completely wobbly when we reached the top of the overpass. The speeding vehicles were passing right underneath us, and though I desperately wanted to avoid looking, I couldn't stop my gaze from darting downward. I froze in my tracks, and I felt Dominic immediately halt beside me. He tapped my back gently, and a second later, I felt his hands rest on my head. "Just look up," he murmured. I took a deep breath and followed his suggestion. I kept my eyes locked on a shop's high logo ahead, doing everything I could to avoid looking down.

They moved too fast, too fluid, like they didn't quite exist in the same world as us. One of them stepped toward me, and Storm's hand shot up. Light exploded from her palm, slamming into the creature and turning it to ash. "Shadowspawn," she said flatly. "They're the servants of something older. Something darker." Kai appeared through the smoke, his blades already drawn. His eyes went gold, his body rippling as he fought against shifting. "Emilie, get down!" I dropped as he lunged forward, slicing through a shadow creature that had been reaching for me. It dissolved without a sound.

"Those of noble blood, distinguished lineage — the ceremony will determine who among them will be formally marked as future warriors, sentinels, and protectors of the Dark Knight Pack." Elite families straightened as pride gleamed in the eyes of some of them while others looked anxious. "The mark is not merely a symbol…" Kenziel said in addition. "It is a vow and a binding acknowledgment of loyalty — to the pack, to its leaders, and to its future." Rebecca swallowed hard because in her past life, the ceremony had been the beginning of the end — this made her chest tightened. Carson remained silent, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the hall. His gaze passed over Rebecca briefly, but l

I must keep going, even though I am exhausted and sweating, because this is the only way I can win. Then I hear it—a noise behind me, a rustle. I tighten my grip on the hilt. “Who’s there?” I whisper, turning slowly. The forest answers with silence. But then—I saw a shadow between the trees. Someone is watching me. For the first time since my seventh rebirth, I realize I may not be the only one with memories.

Zara’s magic shivered in recognition, echoing the prophecy etched in ancient runes. The emissary’s masked gaze fixed on Maxim. “Your blood oath tied you to this land. When the final shadow falls, your life will anchor or unmake it.” Maxim stiffened, but his eyes never left the emissary. “Then I’ll anchor it,” he said. “Even if it kills me.” Zara grabbed his arm. “Don’t you dare—” But before she could finish, the moon above them darkened further. The first perfect curve of shadow slid across its face, a black kiss swallowing silver.

the woman said as soon as she reached the stage. “Wait! What is she doing up there? How did she even get here?” Bryan thought, recognizing the woman , she was the last person he wanted to see. “Now, if you have any questions, you can ask my fiancé, and he will answer,” Elena said after reading the proposal. She looked around, trying to find her unknown fiancé to point at. Bryan started clapping immediately. He understood what was happening and didn’t want to ruin the moment. “Why is he clapping? What is he even doing here? Oh my God!” Elena whispered, her heart racing when she saw Bryan.

“Okay, Folks, let’s play some nice games.” Shadow tapped her fingers on the glass table, smiling beautifully to her head butler. Conan nodded his head, cracking his fingers, and swallowed hard. Elijah, Amel, Hashim, Naomi, and Mina surrounded them after losing the game with Shadow. Shadow was a genius in anything related to strategy and she also had a buff called mind-reading. All and all, it was an unfair mind game in a fair game.

"What of Lord Elaric's personal motivations? Can we be certain he'll react as predicted when he encounters the true situation in the eastern kingdoms?" "Shadow magic users are inherently possessive," Caine observed. "His transformation into a tactical tyrant hasn't diminished his obsession with the girl—it's merely given him the resources to pursue her more effectively. When he discovers the political forces arrayed against her, his protective instincts will override any strategic considerations."

The shadow was the Spirit Tool of the Celestial Abode. In modern terms, it would be something akin to an artificial intelligence robot. Though it was not a living being, it had a consciousness, which allowed him to converse with humans. The shadow looked at them once more and shook its head slightly while sighing, “It appears that Master must have set the designated time wrongly. Who the hell are these people? With how weak they are, how are they qualified to obtain his inheritance?”