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Chapter One hundred
The ride back to camp was a silent one.Selene sat astride her horse with Adrian cradled in her arms, his head resting against her shoulder.He had not stirred since the relic shattered.Every uneven breath he drew felt like a miracle — and a knife twisting deeper into her chest.Around them, Darion’s soldiers marched in tense formation.No one spoke.The fear of what they had witnessed — the storm of power, the golden light, the relic screaming, hung over them like a curse.Selene’s gaze never left Adrian’s face.Beneath the dirt and bruises, he looked younger, almost boyish.It made her heart ache to remember the man who had laughed so easily, who had teased her beneath the stars.I’ll get him back, she vowed silently.No matter what it costs me.By the time they reached the camp, dusk had fallen.Fires burned low, casting flickering shadows over rows of tents.Selene ordered Adrian taken to her private quarters.The soldiers hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances, but one sharp look
Chapter One hundred and one
Even the clash of steel and the screams of dying creatures seemed to fade as every eye turned toward Adrian.He stood in the center of the tent, his body glowing with an otherworldly golden light, shadows and ash swirling around his feet like living smoke.The creatures knelt, trembling before him as though he were their sovereign.Selene’s heart hammered against her ribs.This wasn’t Adrian — at least, not entirely.The man she loved was buried beneath that radiance, suffocated by the power that had been unleashed when the relic shattered.“Adrian,” she whispered, stepping closer.“Look at me. Please… it’s me, Selene.”His head turned slowly, molten-gold eyes locking on hers.For a heartbeat, there was recognition—then it vanished beneath a cold, regal detachment.“You stood by me,” he said, his voice deep, echoing, wrong.“When others fled. That loyalty will be rewarded.”The words sent a chill through her.They weren’t his. They couldn’t be.“You don’t need to reward me,” she said
Chapter One hundred and two
Golden light and black shadow twisted together above the battlefield, clashing like rival gods.Winds howled with unnatural fury, tearing tents from the earth and scattering soldiers like leaves.Men dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, clutching their heads as the oppressive weight of power crushed the air from their lungs.Selene stood at the eye of the storm, her hair whipping wildly around her face.Adrian floated a few feet above the ground, his body glowing so brightly it hurt to look at him.Across from him, the Master’s massive shadowed form loomed, tendrils of darkness coiling like serpents.The earth trembled beneath their duel.Kael appeared beside Selene, his sword drawn and his face pale.“Selene,” he shouted over the roaring storm, “we need to fall back before we’re caught in the crossfire!”Selene’s hands clenched around her sword hilt.“No. If Adrian falls, everything falls.”The Master’s voice boomed across the battlefield, shaking the very air. “You are no
Chapter One hundred and three
The storm had passed.Golden embers drifted through the air like dying stars, settling over a battlefield of ruin.Shattered weapons lay half-buried in the scorched earth, and the bodies of both soldiers and shadow creatures littered the ground.Silence reigned — not peace, but the heavy quiet of exhaustion and grief.Adrian knelt in the center of it all, cradling Selene in his arms.Her head rested against his chest, her skin pale, her breathing so shallow it was almost imperceptible.“No, no, no…” His voice broke as he pressed his forehead to hers.“You can’t leave me. Not now. Not after everything.”Her earlier words echoed through his mind — I love you.They had been both a gift and a wound, given in the same breath she’d used to save him.Adrian’s chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.He had defeated the Master, but what victory was there in a world without her?Kael stumbled through the wreckage, his golden hair matted with blood, his sword dragging at his side.When h
Chapter One hundred and four
The dawn broke slowly over the battlefield, pale light creeping across a land of ruin.Smoke still curled from shattered tents, and the scent of blood lingered in the cold morning air.Adrian sat at Selene’s bedside inside the largest remaining tent, his fingers laced tightly with hers.He hadn’t moved since he’d carried her here in the dead of night.Every so often, he would press two fingers to her wrist, needing to feel the steady beat of her pulse just to believe she was truly alive.Kael stood silently by the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for danger.Darion paced like a caged predator, his armor still stained with dried ichor.“You haven’t slept,” Kael said quietly, glancing at Adrian.Adrian didn’t look up. His voice was hoarse.“Neither has she.”A soft sigh broke the heavy quiet.Selene’s eyelids fluttered open, her gaze unfocused at first, then sharpening as it landed on Adrian.“…Adrian?” Her voice was weak, but it was unmistakably her.Adrian’s breath caught
Chapter One hundred and five
The council tent was suffocatingly tense.Maps were spread across the table, marked with hastily drawn lines indicating troop movements. Outside, the camp stirred uneasily as rumors of the approaching enemy spread like wildfire. Inside, only the sound of Selene’s steady breathing broke the silence.Kael’s arms were crossed, his sharp golden eyes fixed on the reports.Darion stood rigid, his hand resting near the hilt of his sword.Selene sat at the head of the table, though her body still trembled from her recent awakening.Adrian stood apart, near the entrance, his expression unreadable.Finally, Selene spoke, her voice hoarse but resolute.“How many?”Darion’s jaw tightened. “Too many to count. At least ten thousand, maybe more.”Selene’s fingers curled on the table. “And you’re certain they’re not remnants of the Master’s army?”Darion shook his head. “They don’t move like shadows. These are… organized. Disciplined. Whoever commands them knows strategy.”Kael’s eyes flickered towar
Chapter One hundred and six
The camp was alive with confusion and unease when dawn broke.Soldiers moved in frantic circles, checking their weapons and scanning the treeline, while whispers spread like wildfire: The king is gone. The realm is leaderless.Inside her tent, Selene woke with a start, reaching instinctively for Adrian’s warmth beside her — only to find cold, empty blankets.Her heart lurched.“Adrian?” she called softly. No answer.She scrambled to her feet, shoving aside the tent flap, her night robe trailing behind her like a tattered flag.“Kael! Darion! Someone find Adrian, now!”Kael appeared almost immediately, his expression grim. “He’s not here.”“What do you mean he’s not here?” Selene’s voice cracked.“He wouldn’t just leave. Not without telling me.”Darion strode up behind Kael, his own face like stone.“He would if he thought it was the only way to protect you.”Selene’s breath caught. “Protect me? From what?”Kael hesitated, then held out a single piece of parchment.It was Adrian’s hand
Chapter One hundred and seven
The forest was silent.Too silent.Selene reined in her horse, the damp mist curling around her like ghostly fingers.Every breath felt heavy, as though the air itself had weight.Kael rode slightly ahead, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword.Darion brought up the rear, his sharp eyes scanning the trees.The group of riders behind them — a mix of elite scouts and loyal soldiers — moved carefully, the crunch of their horses’ hooves muffled by the soft earth.Selene’s pulse quickened. “Something’s wrong,” she murmured.Kael nodded grimly. “I can feel it too.”Darion’s voice was low and tense. “We’re being watched.”The mist shifted then, swirling unnaturally as a cold wind cut through the trees.The horses whinnied nervously.“Form a circle!” Kael barked.The riders snapped into formation, shields raised, weapons ready.From the fog, faint silhouettes began to appear — tall, armored figures moving with unnerving precision.Selene’s breath caught as the first soldier stepped int
Chapter One hundred and eight
The war tent was filled with tension so thick Selene could hardly breathe.Maps were spread across a wide wooden table, lit by the flickering glow of lanterns.Officers and scouts stood in a loose semicircle, their faces grim as the chill of night seeped into the canvas walls.Kael stood beside her, arms crossed, his voice sharp as a blade.“We can’t attack them head-on. We barely survived a skirmish with their vanguard. Charging into the heart of that army would be suicide.”Darion slammed his fist on the table, rattling the ink bottles.“And what’s your alternative, Kael? Sit here and wait while they turn Adrian into one of them?”The words hit Selene like a physical blow.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms.Kael didn’t flinch. “I don’t like it either. But you saw those things. They aren’t human. They don’t fight like humans. Our men will break before they even reach their lines.”“They won’t,” Selene said softly.Both men turned to look at her.
Chapter One hundred and nine
The moon was a thin silver sliver in the sky, barely enough to light the mist-choked valley.Selene crouched low on the riverbank, cold water lapping at her boots, her breath clouding the air in soft puffs.Behind her, the army waited in perfect silence — a thousand shadows blended into the night.The only sound was the soft rush of the current and the quiet creak of leather armor.Kael knelt beside her, scanning the mist with sharp, calculating eyes.“They can’t see us from here,” he whispered.“But once we cross, there’s no going back.”Selene’s jaw tightened.“I know.”Darion grinned from the other side of her, his blade already drawn.“Good. I was getting tired of waiting.”Kael shot him a glare. “And I’m tired of your recklessness.”“Reckless is what’s going to get Adrian back,” Darion shot back, low and fierce.Selene silenced them both with a sharp gesture.“Enough. We cross now.”The soldiers slipped into the icy water in small groups, moving with practiced stealth.The river