BORN WITHOUT MAGIC; In A World That Eats The Weak.

HUNTED BY THE SKY

The first scream came from the eastern camp. Then another. And another. The sound of magic tearing through flesh echoed across the Undercleft. People were dying.

"Move!" Rhex shoved me toward the ruins. "Don't stop, don't look back!"

But I did look back.

The enforcers moved through the camps like a plague. Silver armor flashing. Spells flying. Fire bloomed in the darkness. Ice spears punched through makeshift shelters. Lightning crackled across the ground. They weren't asking questions. They were killing everyone.

"Why?" I gasped. "They're just looking for me!"

"They don't care." Lirae grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. "To them, everyone down here is trash. Witnesses. Problems."

Guilt crashed over me. These people were dying because I had been stupid enough to use magic. Because I existed.

An explosion rocked the ground. Fire erupted behind us, lighting up the night.

"Faster!" Rhex pulled us into a narrow passage between collapsed walls.

We ran. My lungs burned. My legs screamed. But the sound of pursuit followed us. Boots on stone. Orders being shouted. The crackle of magic charging.

"There!" A voice called from above.

I looked up and saw an enforcer pointing at us. Three more turned in our direction.

The words in my vision flared.

[MULTIPLE THREATS DETECTED] [ENFORCER #1: BLAZE RANK - ICE SPEAR (TIER 3)] [ENFORCER #2: BLAZE RANK - BINDING ROPE (TIER 2)] [ENFORCER #3: BLAZE RANK - FLAME LANCE (TIER 3)] [RECOMMENDED ACTION: FLEE IMMEDIATELY]

"Split up!" Lirae veered left, disappearing into the ruins. Rhex grabbed my shoulder. "Stay with me!"

We ducked into what used to be a building. The roof was gone, the walls barely standing. Rhex led me through a hole in the back, into a narrow space between two structures.

Behind us, I heard the enforcers land.

"Search every corner," one commanded. "The Reverter is close."

We pressed against the wall, barely breathing. My heart hammered so loud I was sure they could hear it.

Footsteps approached. Slow. Methodical.

An enforcer appeared at the entrance to our passage. Young, maybe only a few years older than me. His hand glowed with blue light, ice forming in his palm. His eyes locked onto mine.

Then he raised his hand. The blue light grew brighter, colder. I could see the spell forming. Ice condensing into a spear shape. The words in my vision exploded with information.

[SPELL DETECTED: ICE SPEAR (TIER 3)] [COPY AVAILABLE: YES] [COST: 10% SELF INTEGRITY] [WARNING: SPELL SLOTS FULL - OVERFLOW WILL CAUSE DAMAGE] [ACCEPT? Y/N]

I didn't have time to think. The ice spear was already flying toward us.

I focused on YES.

Magic slammed into me like a hammer. The ice spell's pattern flooded my mind. Complex. Deadly. Way more powerful than the simple flame I'd copied before.

The spear stopped mid-air, three feet from my face. Then it shattered into nothing. And I felt the power of it sink into my bones.

[COPY SUCCESSFUL] [SELF INTEGRITY: 90% → 80%] [WARNING: SPELL SLOTS EXCEEDED] [FORCING INTEGRATION...] [SELF INTEGRITY: 80% → 70%] [SPELL SLOTS: 2/2]

Pain ripped through my chest, but I didn't have time to scream. The enforcer was already forming another spear.

My hands moved on their own. I thrust them forward, and ice exploded from my palms. Jagged shards that flew at the enforcer like knives.

He threw up a shield, but I'd surprised him. One shard got through, slicing across his arm. He shouted in pain and stumbled back.

"He can copy spells!" the enforcer yelled. "Alert the captain!"

More footsteps. More enforcers converging on our position. Rhex grabbed me, dragging me out of the passage. "Run!"

We burst into an open area. What used to be a market square. Bodies lay scattered across the ground. Hollowborns who'd been caught in the massacre.

The sight made me sick.

"This way!" Lirae appeared from behind a burned-out stall, waving us over.

We sprinted toward her. But more enforcers dropped from above, cutting off our path. Six of them. All Blaze rank. All with weapons glowing.

We skidded to a halt.

"Surrender," the lead enforcer said. "You can't fight all of us."

The words in my vision showed me he was right.

[ENEMIES: 6] [COMBINED THREAT LEVEL: FATAL] [SURVIVAL PROBABILITY: 2%]

Then one of them raised a hand toward Lirae. Golden rope made of pure light shot from his palm, wrapping around her waist.

"No!" I reached for her.

The rope lifted her off the ground. She screamed, struggling against it.

"Let her go!" I shouted.

The enforcer smiled. "Surrender, and maybe we will."

New words appeared in my vision.

[SPELL DETECTED: BINDING ROPE (TIER 2)] [COPY AVAILABLE: YES] [WARNING: SPELL SLOTS FULL] [COPYING WILL EXCEED CAPACITY] [CRITICAL DAMAGE LIKELY] [ACCEPT? Y/N]

I looked at Lirae, suspended in the air. At the fear in her eyes.

I didn't hesitate.

YES.

The world exploded in pain.

This time was worse. So much worse. The rope spell crashed into my already full capacity like a flood against a dam. I felt something inside me break. Stretch. Tears.

[ERROR: CAPACITY EXCEEDED] [FORCING INTEGRATION...] [SELF INTEGRITY: 70% → 55%] [SPELL SLOTS EXPANDING: 2/3] [BREAKTHROUGH DETECTED] [APPROACHING EMBER RANK EQUIVALENT]

My body felt like it was being ripped apart and rebuilt at the same time. The blue veins under my skin blazed so bright they lit up the darkness. But I had the spell.

I thrust my hand toward the enforcer holding Lirae. Golden rope shot from my palm, wrapping around his throat. His eyes went wide. The rope holding Lirae vanished. She fell hard, gasping.

I pulled my rope tight. The enforcer clawed at his throat, choking. His face turned red, then purple.

"Kael, let him go!" Rhex shouted.

But I couldn't stop. Foreign thoughts filled my head. Cold. Cruel. These weren't my thoughts. They belonged to the enforcer I'd copied from. His hatred. His contempt for people like me.

The enforcer's eyes started to roll back.

Rhex grabbed my arm, breaking my concentration. The rope vanished. The enforcer collapsed, gasping for air.

"We don't have time for revenge," Rhex said. "More are coming."

He was right. I could hear them. Dozens of footsteps. Magic crackling in the distance.

We ran for a crack in the ground that led to the old tunnels beneath the Undercleft.

But we were too slow. Too tired. Enforcers poured into the square from every direction. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Too many to count.

"Surround them!" the captain commanded.

We stopped. Trapped.

Rhex stepped in front of me, his scarred hands clenched into fists. "You want the boy? You go through me first."

"Stand aside, Hollowborn," the captain said. "This isn't your fight."

"Everything down here is my fight." Rhex glanced back at me. His scarred face was calm. Almost peaceful. "When I move, you run. Both of you. Understand?"

"No," I said. "I'm not leaving you."

"Yes, you are." He smiled, and it was the saddest thing I'd ever seen. "Someone has to survive this. Someone has to make them pay." He looked at me one last time. "Make them pay for all of us."

Then he charged.

The enforcers unleashed their magic. Fire. Ice. Lightning. All of it focused on one man. But Rhex didn't stop. He crashed into the first line like a hammer, using his bare fists against armed mages.

"Go!" Lirae grabbed my hand, dragging me toward the tunnel entrance.

"We can't leave him!"

"He's buying us time! Don't waste it!"

I looked back. Rhex was still fighting. Still moving. But magic tore into him from every side. Blood poured from a dozen wounds.

Our eyes met for half a second.

Then I ran. We jumped into the tunnel, sliding down into darkness. Behind us, I heard Rhex's final scream. Then silence.

We hit the bottom hard. The tunnel led to ancient passages carved from natural rock. Older than the floating cities. Older than anything I'd seen.

Lirae was crying. Tears cut clean lines through the dirt on her face. "He's dead. Rhex is dead."

"I know." My voice sounded hollow. Empty.

We stumbled through the darkness. My body felt wrong. The backlash from copying two powerful spells was eating me alive. But worse was what I felt in my head.

Foreign thoughts. Alien emotions. The ice enforcer's cold calculation. The way he'd seen everyone in the Undercleft as targets, not people.

The rope enforcer's cruelty. The pleasure he took in making people suffer.

These thoughts were mixing with mine. Becoming part of me.

[SELF INTEGRITY: 55%] [PERSONALITY FRAGMENTS DETECTED: 2] [EROSION ACCELERATING] [WARNING: IDENTITY CORRUPTION IN PROGRESS]

"Something's wrong with me," I said.

"What?"

"The spells. When I copy them, I don't just get the magic. I get pieces of the people who used them. Their thoughts. Their feelings." I looked at my hands. They didn't feel like mine anymore. "I can feel them in my head. Whispering."

Lirae stopped, staring at me with fear. "How much of you is left?"

I didn't know how to answer. Voices echoed from behind us. The enforcers had followed us into the tunnels. We ran deeper, taking random turns, until we couldn't hear pursuit anymore.

Finally, we collapsed in a small chamber. Some kind of old storage room. Lirae pressed her ear against the wall, listening. I heard voices above us. Faint but clear.

"Lost them in the old tunnels," one enforcer said.

"Keep searching." This voice was different. Colder. More authority. "The Council wants him alive if possible."

"Sir, is it confirmed? About what he is?"

A pause. Then the cold voice spoke again.

"He's not Hollowborn. He's a Reverter. The Council was right to fear this."

The voices faded as they moved away.

I sat in the darkness, those words echoing in my head. The Council was right to fear this. They'd known. Even before I touched that crystal, they'd known people like me might exist. And they'd been preparing to hunt us..