The touch was warm. Familiar, jenna’s breath hitched as she spun around, her heart leaping in her throat, It was him.Denilson stood before her, unchained, whole, his crown gleaming brighter than ever. His golden eye burned steady, and even his third eye shone like a sun. His wounds were gone, his strength overwhelming, his aura vast enough to make the field tremble.Her tears broke instantly. She collapsed into his chest, clutching him so tightly her nails broke his skin. “I thought, I thought I’d lost you”His arms wrapped around her, strong and steady. His voice rumbled in her ear, low, certain.“You never will again.”Relief drowned her. She sobbed against him, shaking uncontrollably, whispering his name over and over as if to anchor herself.Denilson’s hand stroked her hair. His lips pressed to her temple. “You’ve done enough. Rest now. Let me take everything from here.”Her body froze, Something in his tone was wrong. Too smooth. Too calm. Too… rehearsed.She pulled back, her ga

They came like a storm, a thousand hands, black as ink and long as serpents, clawed through the void in swarms. Each finger cracked with lightning, dripping with venom that hissed like acid on air.Jenna’s arms tightened around Denilson’s limp body, her wings flaring wide in defiance.“Don’t touch him!” she screamed, her voice raw, her glow erupting until her feathers were more fire than flesh.The first wave struck, The hands lashed at her wings, tearing feathers, ripping fire. She spun mid-fall, her fist blazing as she smashed one apart. Its shattered fragments dissolved into ash, but ten more replaced it instantly, clawing for her throat.She twisted, her wings slicing in arcs, cutting through the horde, but the void closed again, endless, suffocating, Her chest heaved. Every blow was draining. Every movement tore blood from her arms. But she refused to let go.Denilson’s breathing was shallow, his head resting against her shoulder. His warmth was fading.“No,” she whispered fierce

The heat was unbearable, Jenna’s scream echoed as the scarlet hand hurled her upward, straight into the colossus’s chest. The world split open, the burning iris widened, swallowing her whole.She fell into fire, Not fire that burned skin, but fire that crawled into her soul, peeling it apart layer by layer.She thrashed, wings whipping furiously, but the flames clung to her like tar, dragging her deeper. Her lungs seized. Her vision blurred, And then, silence.Her feet struck ground, She staggered, blinking through smoke, It wasn’t fire anymore. It was a city, but not the city she knew.This one was drowned in crimson light. Towers bent under unseen weight, streets cracked into chasms, and the sky was a burning eye staring down.Her breath hitched. “What… is this place?”The voice answered from everywhere at once.“The place where he breaks. And you will watch.”Figures emerged from the smoke, Familiar, Terrifying.Her chest caved as she saw Denilson, dozens of him, all shattered vers

The void groaned, The split beneath them widened, each path pulling with a gravity that was more than physica, it was soul-deep.Jenna clutched Denilson’s hand so tightly her knuckles bled white. Her wings thrashed, fighting the pull, but every beat dragged her closer to the brink.“Denilson!” she shouted, voice tearing. “Don’t look down. Don’t you dare look down!”But he did, His third eye glowed faintly, struggling to stay open, golden tears streaming. One side of him trembled toward the path of light, the other toward the crown of chains. His body split, flame and shadow tearing his form in half.“I can’t…” His voice cracked, raw and hoarse. “If I choose wrong, I’ll destroy you.”The black eye pulsed above, its voice slithering into both of them.“There is no right. Only cost.”The ground beneath them shattered again, pulling faster. Jenna’s boots scraped against the crumbling edge as shards of glass and flame spiraled down into the abyss.Her heart pounded. She refused to let him

The wasteland trembled, Her sword burned white, plunged into the cracked ground, sparks lashing outward.Across from her, the Shadow King writhed, his crown fractured, his body splitting between black fire and human skin. Chains tore at the sky, shrieking.For a heartbeat, she saw him. Denilson, the real one, beyond the rift, chained deep in the abyss. His body was torn, bloodless, and yet his eyes, faint, dim, but alive, looked back at her, and then the shadow roared, drowning everything in fury.“You cannot have him!”The chains surged forward, black serpents of fire and steel. Jenna ripped her blade free, wings half-broken, blood pouring down her side, but her eyes burned with fire.“I’m not here to take him. I’m here to bring him back!”The clash cracked the sky, her blade struck, light colliding with shadow. Chains shattered, only to regrow, wrapping around her arms, her legs, her throat. They tried to pull her down into the ash, but she flared her wings, every feather catching f