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This was the mont they’d waited for.
This was the mont they wanted.
"More," one of the witches hissed. "She’s holding back."
"She’s breaking!" another cried.
"She has more. It’s buried deeper—tap the inner sanctum!"
I felt sothing grip my spine, not physically—but taphysically. Like cold claws dug into the root of my soul and twisted.
I scread again—this ti blood spilled from my nose. My ears rang so loud I thought they’d burst. My chest heaved, and I thought—for a mont—I might die. That this was it. The mont the power I’d protected, the legacy I’d carried, would finally be stolen.
And then I felt sothing snap.
Sothing inside broke.
A mory tore from —my father’s face. His voice. His laugh. And then... gone.
"No..." I whimpered.
Light burst from my mouth in a violent surge, illuminating the do in brilliant white as my eyes rolled back and my skin flushed a dangerous, glowing red.
The altar beneath cracked.
The witches staggered.
"She’s overloading!" one scread.
"She wasn’t supposed to fight this hard!"
"Seal the soul! Seal it!"
They rushed forward—but my body wasn’t responding anymore.
I couldn’t cry.
Couldn’t move.
Couldn’t feel.
Everything inside —everything that was —was being bled out in slow, agonizing pieces.
And still, sohow, through it all...
I felt him.
Snow.
Not as a thought. Not as mory.
But as a pull. A heartbeat that didn’t belong to , pounding through the pain. Growing louder.
Closer.
Burning through the fog like a beacon.
Please... hurry. I’m not going to last much longer.
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~Snow’s POV~
The do stood like a blackened scar on the forest floor.
It wasn’t made of stone or steel—but sothing older, sothing wrong. Its surface shimred like obsidian soaked in oil, pulsing with deep, slow breaths. Warding sigils danced across the base in molten red, glowing and shifting as if alive.
The mont I got within fifty feet, I felt it—Zara’s scream. Not heard. Felt.
It ripped through my chest like claws across my soul, pulling sothing vital and sacred from inside . I staggered, gripping the nearby tree as nausea struck and my vision dimd at the edges.
Glacier roared in my head.
"She’s dying! She’s slipping!"
"No—no, not yet," I growled, blinking hard and moving forward, hand clenched over my chest. "Just hold on, Zara. I’m here."
Beside , Siona stepped forward, her jaw clenched tight, both hands raised as pale violet light shimred from her palms. Sweat already glistened on her forehead as she began chanting under her breath.
Davion stepped to her other side, his stance wide, fingers crackling faintly with golden light as his dragon aura flared into view—sharp, sharp enough to make the air crackle with tension.
"They’ve bound this do with soul locks," Siona hissed, lips tight. "Old ones. Layered, cursed, woven into her essence."
"What does that an?" Zade asked from behind, readying his blades as Golden God and Jupiter scanned the outer periter for traps.
"It ans," Siona gritted out, her hands trembling now, "they didn’t just shield this place. They bound it to her. As she weakens, the do gets stronger. It’s feeding off her power—off the extraction!"
Snow surged forward, fists clenched. "Then break it. Now."
"I’m trying," Siona snapped, magic flaring violently as she pushed harder.
But the do held firm. Tendrils of black energy lashed out toward her, striking her arms like whips. She cried out and stumbled, only for Davion to catch her.
His eyes glowed bright violet.
"Enough," he muttered darkly.
The air shifted.
Suddenly, everything changed.
A surge of heat rolled from him like a furnace being unleashed. The grass beneath his feet scorched to ash in a perfect circle. The sigils on the do flickered—just for a mont.
Then he stepped forward, eyes narrowed at the do’s apex, his voice low, ancient and thrumming with pure elental command.
"Break," Davion whispered.
The runes flared, resisting—pushing back with shrieking winds and dark magic.
He growled, louder this ti. "Break!"
The sky rumbled.
The do cracked—just a fracture. A thin vein of white light cut across its surface.
Siona, now beside him again, lifted her hands and shouted an incantation that echoed through the trees.
Magic flared from her, eting Davion’s fire head-on, fusing, spinning—until the do shuddered.
Then—
BOOM.
The entire ward shattered in a burst of black dust and flickering white light.
Everyone ducked as the magical shockwave rippled outward, rattling branches and sending leaves flying like a hurricane had passed through.
When I lifted my head again, the do was down. A long stone stairway now led underground—into darkness.
I didn’t wait.
Didn’t breathe.
Didn’t ask.
I ran.
Down the steps. Into the black.
Toward her scream. Toward that pull.
Because no power in this world—or any other—was going to keep from her.
Not now.
Not ever.
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This was the mont they’d waited for.
This was the mont they wanted.
"More," one of the witches hissed. "She’s holding back."
"She’s breaking!" another cried.
"She has more. It’s buried deeper—tap the inner sanctum!"
I felt sothing grip my spine, not physically—but taphysically. Like cold claws dug into the root of my soul and twisted.
I scread again—this ti blood spilled from my nose. My ears rang so loud I thought they’d burst. My chest heaved, and I thought—for a mont—I might die. That this was it. The mont the power I’d protected, the legacy I’d carried, would finally be stolen.
And then I felt sothing snap.
Sothing inside broke.
A mory tore from —my father’s face. His voice. His laugh. And then... gone.
"No..." I whimpered.
Light burst from my mouth in a violent surge, illuminating the do in brilliant white as my eyes rolled back and my skin flushed a dangerous, glowing red.
The altar beneath cracked.
The witches staggered.
"She’s overloading!" one scread.
"She wasn’t supposed to fight this hard!"
"Seal the soul! Seal it!"
They rushed forward—but my body wasn’t responding anymore.
I couldn’t cry.
Couldn’t move.
Couldn’t feel.
Everything inside —everything that was —was being bled out in slow, agonizing pieces.
And still, sohow, through it all...
I felt him.
Snow.
Not as a thought. Not as mory.
But as a pull. A heartbeat that didn’t belong to , pounding through the pain. Growing louder.
Closer.
Burning through the fog like a beacon.
Please... hurry. I’m not going to last much longer.
***************
~Snow’s POV~
The do stood like a blackened scar on the forest floor.
It wasn’t made of stone or steel—but sothing older, sothing wrong. Its surface shimred like obsidian soaked in oil, pulsing with deep, slow breaths. Warding sigils danced across the base in molten red, glowing and shifting as if alive.
The mont I got within fifty feet, I felt it—Zara’s scream. Not heard. Felt.
It ripped through my chest like claws across my soul, pulling sothing vital and sacred from inside . I staggered, gripping the nearby tree as nausea struck and my vision dimd at the edges.
Glacier roared in my head.
"She’s dying! She’s slipping!"
"No—no, not yet," I growled, blinking hard and moving forward, hand clenched over my chest. "Just hold on, Zara. I’m here."
Beside , Siona stepped forward, her jaw clenched tight, both hands raised as pale violet light shimred from her palms. Sweat already glistened on her forehead as she began chanting under her breath.
Davion stepped to her other side, his stance wide, fingers crackling faintly with golden light as his dragon aura flared into view—sharp, sharp enough to make the air crackle with tension.
"They’ve bound this do with soul locks," Siona hissed, lips tight. "Old ones. Layered, cursed, woven into her essence."
"What does that an?" Zade asked from behind, readying his blades as Golden God and Jupiter scanned the outer periter for traps.
"It ans," Siona gritted out, her hands trembling now, "they didn’t just shield this place. They bound it to her. As she weakens, the do gets stronger. It’s feeding off her power—off the extraction!"
Snow surged forward, fists clenched. "Then break it. Now."
"I’m trying," Siona snapped, magic flaring violently as she pushed harder.
But the do held firm. Tendrils of black energy lashed out toward her, striking her arms like whips. She cried out and stumbled, only for Davion to catch her.
His eyes glowed bright violet.
"Enough," he muttered darkly.
The air shifted.
Suddenly, everything changed.
A surge of heat rolled from him like a furnace being unleashed. The grass beneath his feet scorched to ash in a perfect circle. The sigils on the do flickered—just for a mont.
Then he stepped forward, eyes narrowed at the do’s apex, his voice low, ancient and thrumming with pure elental command.
"Break," Davion whispered.
The runes flared, resisting—pushing back with shrieking winds and dark magic.
He growled, louder this ti. "Break!"
The sky rumbled.
The do cracked—just a fracture. A thin vein of white light cut across its surface.
Siona, now beside him again, lifted her hands and shouted an incantation that echoed through the trees.
Magic flared from her, eting Davion’s fire head-on, fusing, spinning—until the do shuddered.
Then—
BOOM.
The entire ward shattered in a burst of black dust and flickering white light.
Everyone ducked as the magical shockwave rippled outward, rattling branches and sending leaves flying like a hurricane had passed through.
When I lifted my head again, the do was down. A long stone stairway now led underground—into darkness.
I didn’t wait.
Didn’t breathe.
Didn’t ask.
I ran.
Down the steps. Into the black.
Toward her scream. Toward that pull.
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