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The Blackthorn Tower stood as a fortress against the city skyline, but tonight, it felt more like a cage. The air inside Samuel’s penthouse was thick with unspoken tension. The security footage replayed in an endless loop on Sophia’s screen, the shadowy figure watching—waiting.

“This changes everything,” she murmured, rubbing her temples.

Vincent scoffed. “No, this just makes everything worse.” He turned to Samuel. “So, boss, what’s the plan? Do we just pretend some ancient nightmare didn’t crawl out of the ruins and decide to stalk you?”

Samuel didn’t answer immediately. His thoughts were tangled, the weight of the unknown pressing against his chest. He had seen creatures from beyond before, but this… this was different. It wasn’t just an entity. It was something deliberate.

It had chosen him.

“We need to find out what it is,” he said at last, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “And more importantly, what it wants.”

Sophia glanced at the security feed again. “It hasn’t move
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  • 252

    Night thickened like a living fog, wrapping itself around the tents and weary faces gathered near a small fire. After the appearance of the Watcher and his alternate self, Jerome should have been resting. But his body was restless—not with fear, for fear had long become part of him—but because the chain around his neck felt heavy again.It gleamed faintly in the firelight, the metal shifting slowly as if breathing.Ashiel watched him from across the circle. “It’s waking up again, isn’t it?”Jerome nodded, eyes unfocused. “I never really put it to sleep.”The chain was older than any Seal. Older than even the first silent war. A relic from before the age of thrones and crowns. A thing that even the Watcher dared not touch. When Jerome had first claimed it, it had gifted him power—unlocked memories, scorched enemies, and linked him to an ancient current no mortal language could name. But tonight… the chain was whispering.Margareth moved quietly beside him, sitting close. “You haven’t s

  • 251

    The crowd gathered in the central plaza was larger than ever. Veterans, allies, and curious onlookers filled the space, their faces a mix of hope and determination. Samuel stood atop the makeshift stage, his golden wings faintly glowing in the early evening light. His voice carried with a calm authority, weaving together the promise of justice and the power that pulsed within him.“We stand at a crossroads,” Samuel declared. “Not just for our community, but for the very balance of our world. The Archive’s grip tightens, but we are the fracture— the spark that will shatter their control.”The crowd cheered, their voices rising like a wave. Joey watched from the side, his heart swelling with pride and unease. Samuel’s strength was undeniable, but lately, something had changed.Suddenly, Samuel’s words faltered. His golden wings flickered erratically, the light dimming and flaring like a dying star. His face contorted in pain as he clutched his chest, staggering.“Samuel!” Joey called ou

  • 250

    Joey adjusted the straps of his backpack as he stood outside the towering glass facade of the federal courthouse. The sun cast long shadows across the steps where veterans, their families, and supporters gathered—a sea of determined faces united by hope and justice.This was more than a lawsuit. It was a reckoning.Inside, the marble halls echoed with footsteps and whispered conversations. Joey’s mind was a whirlwind of plans and strategies, but one thing was clear: they needed a legal champion who understood not just the law, but the hidden machinations of the Archive.He was about to meet Farah Kincaid.Farah sat behind a cluttered desk in her office, the walls lined with books, old case files, and an odd collection of arcane artifacts. She looked up as Joey entered—a tall woman with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce straight through him, and hair streaked with silver despite her apparent youth.“Joey,” she said, voice smooth but guarded. “I’ve heard about you. The community, the vet

  • 249

    Arthur sat alone in the shadowed chamber beneath the crumbling tower, the flickering candlelight casting elongated shapes on the cold stone walls. His breath came in shallow gasps, heart pounding like a war drum echoing the turmoil inside him. Betrayal burned in his veins, a poison spreading through every fiber of his being.He clenched his fists, eyes narrowed in bitter resolve. "They turned their backs on me," he muttered. "All those years, all the sacrifices… for nothing."Outside, the howling wind rattled the ancient windows. The world above seemed oblivious to the darkness gathering in this forgotten place. Arthur’s world was unraveling. Samuel’s power, once a beacon of hope, was shifting—becoming something darker, something uncontrollable. The others whispered about it in hushed tones. But Arthur knew the truth: Samuel was changing. And the consequences were rippling outward like a stone cast into a still lake.His thoughts fractured as the chamber’s air thickened, shadows conve

  • 248

    The wind outside the compound howled like a forgotten song echoing through the cracks of the world. The earth trembled beneath the weight of something unseen, and the golden aura that had barely settled around Samuel’s body now flickered like unstable flame.Joey stood at the edge of the watchtower, his eyes locked on the westward hills, where more and more figures emerged—drawn not by banners or calls to arms, but by instinct. He turned to Marie, who was manning the old radio."Any word from the Archive?" Joey asked.Marie shook her head. "They've gone dark. Either hiding or... preparing something."Joey clenched his jaw. "Of course they are."Behind them, Samuel sat alone in the sanctuary. His body was wrapped in layers of warmth, but his mind was somewhere else. Veins of golden light still traced his skin like ancient script, pulsing gently with each heartbeat. His breath was shallow. Controlled.But his mind…It was floating between two realms.Inside the sanctuary of his thoughts

  • 247

    Not from wind, not from an earthquake—but from something deeper. Joey felt it first. A faint hum beneath the soles of his boots as he stood outside the newly reinforced central shelter. Then a ripple—like a heartbeat pulsing through concrete."Did you feel that?" he asked Marie, who was checking the supply inventory.She paused. "...Yeah. That’s not normal."The sky remained clear, birds chirped in the distance, and yet, something ancient had stirred.Suddenly, a surge of silver light flared from the infirmary window.Joey sprinted.Inside, Samuel lay still on the cot, eyes closed, breath shallow. The shard of silver Joey had placed on his chest back in Chapter 254 now pulsed violently. And then, in a flash of soundless detonation, it shattered—sending streaks of ethereal light crackling through the room.Samuel's eyes flew open. But they weren’t his usual shade of earth-brown. They were now laced with glowing runes—spiraling symbols that morphed and shifted every second.He gasped. A

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