The Test of LoyaltyThe Citadel’s new pulse throbbed through every ward, every rune, every corner of her reborn dominion. It was no longer stone and spell — it was a living mind, hers. She felt it breathe through her like a second skin, exhaling the shimmer of her will. And through that living network, Selene could feel Adrian.He was the pulse at her core. The conduit that kept her half-human, half-echo form from shattering. Through him, she anchored herself — and through him, she could watch Kael move below, his every step ringing like an intrusion against her veins.Kael. Loyal, defiant, aching with that soldier’s sense of righteousness that had once made him useful. His presence in her sanctum was an infection she hadn’t predicted — but also an opportunity.He will either break Adrian’s bond or prove it unshakable.She hovered in the Citadel’s ether, her form half-shadow, half-light — a phantom queen within the walls of her creation. Her awareness split like ripples across a po

The Architecture of EmotionThe Citadel was breathing.Not in the way stone or light should breathe — but with the rhythm of thought. Selene felt it in every wall, every whispered vibration through the glass-veined floors. Each pulse of the fortress mirrored the shifting geometry of her mind.She stood suspended in the central atrium, surrounded by floating shards of memory — fragments of herself she had begun to dissect.Each shard shimmered with light and sound, moments drawn from lives she had lived before this half-existence. A laugh. A touch. Adrian’s eyes the first time they met — dark, unafraid, human.Now she regarded them as specimens.Her form rippled like smoke as she moved among the memories. One hand outstretched, she dragged her fingers through a shard — and it dissolved into threads of light. The sensation burned her. It shouldn’t have burned her.Pain was an inefficiency.She studied it anyway.“Why does the past refuse to die?” she whispered.Her voice echoed through

Into the Heart of the CitadelThe Citadel was breathing.That was the first thing Adrian noticed as he stepped past the threshold of the false training hall. The air itself seemed to inhale and exhale in rhythm with something vast and unseen — as though the fortress had developed lungs.The sound was faint but steady, pulsing through the floor like a heartbeat trapped beneath layers of stone and metal.He hesitated at the corridor’s mouth. Every step forward carried the faint taste of static on his tongue, sharp and bitter. Behind him, the illusion of the training hall flickered once, then collapsed in on itself — sunlight dissolving into fractured light, laughter turning to echoes that died before reaching his ears.He didn’t look back.His boots struck the floor softly as he advanced. The walls shimmered — not metallic, not solid, but something in between: a translucent lattice of light, like ice filled with veins of lightning. Every few meters, the corridor split into three, th