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Chapter Three hundred and Thirty
The moment the fury drains from Selene’s eyes, Adrian understands.Not through logic. Not through words.But through silence.A raw, trembling silence that seems to hollow out the entire room.Selene stands frozen before him, her body taut like a bowstring that has finally snapped. The energy she’d unleashed seconds earlier still crackles faintly in the air—shattered glass humming with leftover charge, curtains drifting in a breeze that doesn’t exist, the scent of ozone clinging to the back of Adrian’s throat. But the storm has already passed.Now, there is only her.Her breathing shudders unevenly, her chest rising in quick, frightened bursts. The wild light that had filled her eyes just moments ago fades, shrinking into something smaller… something wounded. Her lips part, but no words emerge. Her hands—once balled into fists—drop limply to her sides, fingers twitching as if they’re unsure of what they’re allowed to feel next.And Adrian understands.This was never anger.This was
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-one
Selene’s exhaustion hit all at once.Not gradually.Not gently.But like a sudden collapse of everything she’d been holding up—fear, rage, restraint, memory—crashing down in a single breath.One moment she was standing in Adrian’s arms, trembling with leftover adrenaline.The next, her legs simply… gave out.He caught her before she fell.“Easy,” Adrian whispered, tightening his hold just enough to support her without confining her. She sagged into him, her forehead pressing weakly into his shoulder, her breathing shallow and uneven. The fierce energy she had unleashed minutes earlier had burned through her entirely. What remained was a hollow, fragile exhaustion that made every inhale seem like a battle.Her fingers curled loosely in the fabric of his shirt—not gripping, simply needing something to anchor her.“Adrian…” Her voice cracked on his name, thin and fading. “I—I can’t… keep standing.”“I know,” he murmured, his tone soft, protective. “You don’t have to.”He shifted, slidi
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-two
Kael stumbled through the final breach, half-dragged by instinct, half-driven by the raw panic clawing at his chest. The Citadel’s inner passageways were warped, shadows pulsing with leftover echoes of Selene’s outburst. He could taste static in the air—metallic.“Adrian!” he called out, his voice swallowed by the vastness of the chamber ahead.When he stepped inside, the world stopped.There—at the center of the wrecked heart of the Citadel—Adrian sat beside Selene’s resting form, his posture rigid with vigilance. The ruined crystalline platforms glowed faintly around them, fractured but slowly knitting themselves back together under the Citadel’s residual automation. Yet all of Kael’s attention tunneled in on one thing:Selene was unconscious.Her head rested on a low platform, body slack with exhaustion, her chest rising and falling in shallow but steady breaths. Pale bioluminescent veins along her arms flickered weakly—far too weak for someone of her power.Kael froze.A thin s
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-three
Selene moved as though surfacing from a dream—light-headed, limbs trembling, every breath catching in her chest. The world around her felt strangely weighted, muffled by an invisible haze. The Citadel’s inner chamber glowed faintly, its walls rippling with unstable energy, reacting to every twitch of her pulse. She didn’t remember standing. She didn’t even remember waking.But she remembered fear.Her vision cleared in fragments—first shadows, then outlines, then faces. Two figures stood close, too close, their presence sinking like anchors into her mind.Adrian.And behind him—towering, wary, tense—Kael.Her heart lurched. Instinct slammed through her nerves like a warning siren, urging her to recoil, to defend, to push them both away. Her power sparked unbidden, cracking the air around her. The floor hummed, stones shifting in response to her unease.Her fingers twitched, and the wards near the walls responded like awakened serpents.“No—Selene, stop. It’s just us.” Adrian’s voic
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-four
Adrian exchanged a brief glance with Kael—a silent, wordless agreement born not of trust, but necessity. Selene stood before them like a candle in a storm, flickering between clarity and collapse. Her demand hung in the unstable air, sharp as broken glass.Tell me what happened.Adrian stepped forward first, but the Citadel’s wards stirred at his movement, trembling like disturbed water. Selene inhaled sharply, instinctively bracing. Adrian froze again, fingers curling, expression twisting with helplessness.“Then don’t move,” she whispered. “Just talk.”He exhaled.“Selene… you lost control. The Citadel responded to you—more strongly than to anyone before. You seized the central wards, bent them, reshaped them. You nearly tore the network apart.”A muscle twitched in her jaw.“And you tried to stop me,” she murmured.“I tried to reach you.”Selene turned to Kael then. His steady, dark gaze met hers without flinching.“And what did you do?”Kael didn’t soften it.“I contained what I c
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-five
Selene woke to the muted glow of dawn bleeding through the curtains, a pale wash of lavender and gold brushing the edges of the dim room. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy and sore, as though each blink dragged through sand. For a moment, everything was distant—a blur of warmth, cotton-soft sheets, the faint sterility of antiseptic, and the subtle imprint of someone’s steady presence beside her.Then the haze cleared.Two figures stood at opposite ends of the room.Adrian.Kael.The atmosphere between them felt dense enough to choke on.Both had their eyes fixed on her, but their gazes carried wildly different storms.Adrian’s was gentle, restrained, a quiet gravity that pulled the world together just by existing. His shoulders were tense but his expression softened the instant he saw her looking back.Kael’s was fire—tight jaw, clenched fists, eyes laced with worry, anger, and something darker. He stood like a man who had arrived at a battlefield moments too late and didn’t know who to bl
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-six
Selene drifted in and out of shallow breaths as the room steadied around her. Dawn’s pale light had sharpened into something warmer, brighter—yet the tension inside the small space made the air feel too heavy, too thick.Adrian and Kael stood like two opposing forces that had been shoved into the same narrow corridor, neither willing to retreat, neither willing to yield. And she—caught in the crossfire of two different kinds of devotion—felt the weight of both on her chest.Adrian was the first to move.He adjusted the blanket around her with slow, deliberate hands, as if afraid she might break again from something as simple as touch. His calm presence had been the only thing that kept her conscious during her outburst, the only anchor strong enough to hold her steady when her instincts threatened to rip everything apart.But Kael was a storm—restless, charged with guilt, confusion, and a protective fury that barely held itself in check.“What exactly happened before I arrived?” Kae
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty seven
Sleep didn’t bring rest.It brought signals.Selene drifted through layers of half-consciousness, each one vibrating with a faint hum—like a distant current running beneath her skin. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t even unpleasant. But it was undeniable.Alive.Reactive.Changing.When she finally opened her eyes, the air around her seemed… different.Not warmer.Not colder.More aware.Adrian was seated to her left, quiet and watchful, the faint exhaustion around his eyes betraying how long he’d been awake. Kael stood near the window, arms crossed, his posture rigid with alertness—as if expecting her abilities to lash out again without warning.Neither spoke.But the silence itself felt alive, vibrating faintly against her senses.She sat up slowly.And the world shifted.Not visually—not a blur or distortion—but a subtle blooming of layers.Behind Kael’s shadow, heat traced the outline of his pulse.Behind Adrian’s calm expression, she sensed the steady rhythm of his thoughts—not words
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-eight
The citadel had quieted, but only on the surface. Beneath the stone, beneath the wards, beneath the pulses of redirected power… something still trembled. Something still shifted.Kael felt it first.He stood near the eastern balcony, arms folded, eyes fixed on the trembling lines of power threading along the stone walls. “She’s awake,” he murmured. “And she’s changing again.”Behind him, Adrian exhaled slowly. He had barely slept. Selene lay resting in the inner chamber, but her presence still brushed against him like faint static — a whisper, a pulse, a question without words.“She’s stabilizing,” Adrian said, though even he didn’t sound convinced.Kael turned sharply. “That’s not stabilization. That’s escalation.”Adrian faced him fully. “You don’t understand what she went through.”“And you don’t understand what she’s becoming.”The air tightened between them.Kael stepped closer, voice low but cutting. “Every ward in this citadel bends when she breathes. Do you know what that mean
Chapter Three hundred and Thirty-nine
Night settled heavy over the safehouse, a velvet darkness broken only by the flicker of lanterns and the thin glow of moonlight pressing through cracked curtains. Selene lay awake long after Kael and Adrian’s argument died down, her mind chasing fragments she couldn’t hold. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the woods—felt them almost calling. By the time dawn brushed the horizon in pale silver, she was already sitting up, heart thudding with an unexplainable urgency. A knock tapped softly on her door. “Selene?” Kael’s voice. Controlled. Careful. “You awake?” She opened it. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable. “Walk with me,” he said. She followed him down the hallway, through a narrow exit and out into the cold morning air. Mist clung to the ground like a living thing. Kael didn’t look at her when he spoke. “Adrian thinks you’re becoming something dangerous.” “And you?” she asked. “I think you’re becoming something the wo