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Author: Samster_x
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The wind was colder away from the arena.

Most of the noise of the Trials lived inside the great stone bowl of the stadium — the roaring crowd, the clang of steel, the chanting of names. But here, along the quiet outer terraces, the air felt still and hollow.

Cleodora stood beneath a row of ancient arches that overlooked the valley below.

The stone beneath her feet was pale and worn smooth with age. Moss clung to the corners of the pillars, and thin ivy crept along the walls like green veins. Th
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  • 77

    Something kept pulling at the edges of his mind.Not pain.Not quite sound either.More like a persistent pressure, tapping insistently against the inside of his skull.Wake up.The voice was distant at first.Faint.Like someone speaking through layers of water.Wake up.Lumi’s brow twitched.Darkness pressed against his eyelids. His body felt heavy, sluggish, as though the ground itself had wrapped around him and refused to let go.Wake up, idiot.His eyes opened.Slowly.The first thing he saw was red.Not the warm red of firelight.Not the dull red of rusted metal.This was deeper. Thicker. A suffocating crimson glow that seemed to bleed out of the very air itself.For several seconds Lumi simply lay there, staring up at the sky.Except it wasn’t really a sky.The vast ceiling above him was jagged and uneven, formed of enormous layers of blackened rock that stretched into a distant haze. Thin cracks ran across the stone, glowing faintly like veins of molten lava buried beneath the

  • 76

    The wind was colder away from the arena.Most of the noise of the Trials lived inside the great stone bowl of the stadium — the roaring crowd, the clang of steel, the chanting of names. But here, along the quiet outer terraces, the air felt still and hollow.Cleodora stood beneath a row of ancient arches that overlooked the valley below.The stone beneath her feet was pale and worn smooth with age. Moss clung to the corners of the pillars, and thin ivy crept along the walls like green veins. The architecture belonged to a much older time — long before the Trials had become a spectacle for the noble families.Few people came out here.That was precisely why she had chosen it.The distant roar of the arena reached her only as a dull murmur, like thunder rolling far away across the hills.She leaned lightly against one of the pillars.Her hair shifted slightly in the breeze.The phone pressed to her ear was small and black, utterly mundane compared to the magic that ruled most of their w

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    Back at the arena, it seemed like even the wind was holding its breath.For several long seconds, no one moved.Scott Blackwell stood alone in the centre of the arena floor, staff still in hand, the metal tip resting lightly against the cracked stone beneath his boot. The jagged crater where Lumi had vanished yawned before him like a wound torn into the arena itself.Dust drifted slowly upward from the broken ground.He stared into the darkness of the opening.Then he looked up.Thousands of eyes stared back at him.The spectators filled every tier of the arena—hunters, nobles, aides, and retainers from the great families. Normally the Concord Trials roared with excitement, wagers, and pride. Now the air was thick with murmurs and confusion.Even the announcer stood frozen at the edge of the arena platform, parchment clutched uselessly in his hands.He opened his mouth.Closed it again.Scott slowly turned in place, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.No one spoke.No one seemed to un

  • 74

    Lumi stopped at the final stair.For a moment, he thought he was mistaken.His father stood within the outer ring of the formation, coat immaculate as ever, hands clasped behind his back as if he were observing a board meeting rather than standing at the edge of something deeply forbidden.Opposite him stood the Blackwell patriarch, sleeves rolled to the wrist, fingers marked in ink and blood.The air above the circle rippled.Not opening.Not yet.But thinning.“Dad?”His voice sounded too loud in the underground chamber.Both men turned.The Blackwell patriarch’s expression did not shift. No panic. No guilt.Only calculation.“You were not invited,” he said mildly.Lumi’s gaze snapped to his father. “What is this?”The Calder patriarch regarded him the way one might regard an unexpected complication in an otherwise elegant equation.“We are correcting a flaw,” he said.“In what?”“In the structure of power.”The runes brightened as if punctuating the statement. Lumi stared closely a

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    “What? Your father? As in also a demon?” Lumi blinked. [What? You think I was given birth to by a raccoon? Of course a demon gave birth to me.]“What do you want me to do? Last time I tried meddling with demon magic, I ended up binding one to myself,” Lumi reminded.[You must go beneath the arena.]Before Lumi could respond, Scott’s staff sliced through the air toward Lumi’s shoulder. Lumi twisted aside, boots skidding across stone.“You’ve picked a brilliant time for instructions,” Lumi muttered under his breath as he ducked another strike.[Listen to me.]Scott pressed forward.A thrust.A spin.A sweep aimed at Lumi’s legs.Lumi vaulted over it, flipping cleanly before landing in a crouch.[Whatever they are doing below us must be stopped. They’re toying with what they don’t understand. If my father crosses over the same way I did—]Scott lunged again.“There’s no time for riddles,” Lumi snapped internally, blocking a downward strike that jarred his arms. “Explain so I’ll know wha

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    The engine cut.Silence settled around the car like a held breath.Calder estate rose ahead of them—stone pale against the afternoon sky, banners snapping in disciplined rows, sigils glowing faintly along the outer walls.Aidan was the first to step out.“Bit dramatic, isn’t it?” he muttered, shutting the door with a soft thud. “They couldn’t wait an extra hour?”Nevan rounded the bonnet, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. “It’s the Calders. They don’t wait. Very impatient family.”Cleodora stepped out last.She smoothed her sleeve.Said nothing.The gravel crunched beneath their boots as they approached the gates. Guards gave them curt nods and allowed them through without delay.Inside, the estate felt… alive.Too alive.The air vibrated faintly with gathered power.Nevan frowned. “Why does it feel like we’re late to something?”A horn sounded.Deep.Resonant.The sound rolled across the grounds and into their bones.They exchanged a look.Then quickened their pace.---They entered t

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