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The Final Gate
The air grew heavy, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Lyra stood with Darren, Maeve, and Seraphina at the edge of a ruined corridor. Before them, a figure cloaked in black with a skull mask stood motionless, flanked by two massive stone pillars etched with ancient glowing carvings—symbols of sacrifice, suffering, and power. Behind him, Kael stood atop the corpse of a frozen dragon, purple blood dripping from the dagger in his hand. His eyes blazed deep crimson, like embers of an unquenchable grudge.“The Final Gate,” Seraphina whispered. “The center of all darkness. The birthplace of destruction itself.”Maeve clutched Lyra’s hand. “That’s Kael… isn’t it? But why... he looks like—”“Not just looks like,” Lyra murmured, her voice hoarse. “He has become part of the darkness.”Kael looked up. “You’re too late. The sacrifice is done.” He kicked the dragon’s body, which began to crack into shards of black crystal. “And the key is in my hands.”The masked figure stepped forward
Brothers in Darkness
The world stood still.Lyra froze. Her breath caught in her throat, cold sweat trickling from her temple to her chin. Her sword trembled in her hand—not from fear, but from confusion that cut deeper than any blade.“Kael…?” she whispered. “That’s not possible. You’re dead. I saw it. I was the one who—”Kael raised his hand, silencing her.“You left me, Lyra. That’s the truth.”That voice… It was the same. The same tone that once soothed her during the darkest nights of their childhood. But now it rang cold, like metal scraping stone. His once-warm face was disfigured—part of his left cheek burned, and from his left eye, a trail of dried blood streamed like the roots of an old tree.“No…” Lyra shook her head slowly. “I tried to save you… I ran back… but they had already taken you…”“And you never came looking for me,” Kael cut her off. “You became the hero. The Guardian of Light. And me? I became something the kingdom buried, so I wouldn’t stain our family’s name.”“Kael, I—” her voice
City Without Time
The sky was gray. Not like overcast clouds—truly gray—as if the sky had lost its color and meaning. Towering buildings stood in silence, like unfinished architectural sketches. The wind blew without sound, leaving only a piercing chill. A chill that came not from the skin, but from deep within the chest.Lyra woke up lying in the middle of a cracked street. Wisps of smoke curled from the asphalt, and each of her steps echoed—tap... tap... tap...—far too loudly for a world so silent.“Darren?” her voice was hoarse. “Maeve? Seraphina...?”No answer. Only faint whispers floated from behind empty buildings. She raised her sword, alert. But the light that normally radiated from the blade was now dim.“No...” she whispered. “The Soul Bond... is weakening?”She bit her lip. Without her full strength, she felt like the Lyra of the past—the frightened girl, the uncertain one. But she couldn’t afford to break. Not here.Suddenly—SREEETTT...A shadow crept from a crack in the wall. She spun and
Rage That Splits the Sky
Thunder exploded in the sky, now entirely transformed into a black vortex. Dark clouds swirled like a gigantic dragon circling, and beneath them, the battlefield began to form.Rocks from the temple ruins shifted, creating a giant circle in the middle of the ground. The circle emitted a faint blue glow, as if holding traces from an age before humans knew civilization. On the other side, the black rift where Morgaz appeared formed a bottomless chasm that continuously absorbed the surrounding light.Darren clenched his fists. The warmth of the Soul-Light Bond still burned in his chest. Each of his breaths now aligned with Lyra, Maeve, and Seraphina's. He could feel their hearts beating fast, fear and courage mixed into one."If one of us dies," Maeve murmured softly, "do the others die too?""Not die," Elyzar quickly replied. "But you'll feel the pain together. One wound... all wounds."Seraphina took a deep breath. "Then we have to stay alive. Together."Morgaz raised his hand. "CHARGE
The First King of Darkness
The sky above the temple slowly crumbled. The walls of the chamber, which had held the dark vortex, now cracked one by one, spreading like gaping, open wounds. The energy from the rift was no longer just darkness—it was primeval emptiness, something even magic shied away from touching.Lyra staggered. She had just sealed the dark side within herself, but now... something far more terrifying was awakening.The figure emerged from the bleeding rift, slowly. Its steps were heavy, like echoes from an ancient age never recorded in any scripture. It was tall, almost touching the collapsing ceiling, with a body clad in obsidian-hard skin, bat wings as wide as a battlefield, and glowing red eyes—piercing the soul of anyone who met its gaze.Maeve recoiled a few steps, her breath caught in her throat. "That... that's no ordinary creature..."Seraphina swallowed hard. "No. That is Morgaz, the First King of Darkness. A legend even the Elders are reluctant to name."Morgaz turned his head towards
The Shadow That Grows from Wounds
Darren stood frozen. His left arm clutched Lyra’s unconscious body, while his right hand pressed against his own side—blood poured through his fingers. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and the world swayed around him. But his eyes, though clouded by pain, still burned with determination as he stared at Varn.“So... you choose death,” Varn said coldly, without emotion. “All for saving someone already broken.”Maeve screamed and ran toward them, while Seraphina raised her staff, casting a dome of blue magic that shielded Darren and Lyra.“Darren! Hold on!” Seraphina pressed on the wound at Darren’s side, her hands trembling. “You can’t go! You’re... you're the only reason Lyra came back!”Darren managed a faint smile. “She... came back, right? She’s safe... right?”Lyra stirred in Darren’s arms, her eyes fluttering open. “Darren...? What... did you do...?”“Kept my promise,” Darren whispered. “We’re going... home... together.”But they weren’t safe. Not yet.Behind the shattered altar
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