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The pain was immediate and total. Acid seared through her armored flanks, every breath like inhaling boiling seawater. But now the panic wasn’t just hers—it belonged to the creature too, a fusion of instincts and desperation.
She flexed her raptorial claws, feeling alien tension coil in their joints. A plan surged into her mind: Move. Shock. Strike.
Instead of thrashing wildly, she let her limbs go slack. But her tail coiled tight, then snapped out i
ARAHEENAfter the breaches had been sealed, the Hunters, the sylphs, the salamanders, the witches, and the human soldiers managed to slaughter the remaining beasts that had ravaged Earthland. Even so, millions had died.The Hunters were then granted a special power by the Shining Keeper—the ability to alter the memories of lower mortals on a vast scale. Time itself was frozen across the world, and every living being, save for the higher mortals, was put to sleep.Buildings were repaired in an instant. Roads were restored from ruin. Cities and towns rose whole again. Everything destroyed across the surrounding lands was returned to the state it had been in before the intrusion. Even the severed bodies of the dead were made whole once more, though their lives could not be restored.The Hunters altered everyone’s memories, fabricating a history in which a devastating pandemic had swept across the world and claimed millions of liv
GILDEONWhen they returned to Shamibar, they found their people had already wiped out the remaining beasts and were cheering in grim celebration even as they tended the wounded and gathered their dead.Araheen told him what had happened to Kohina—her last words, the sacrifice she had made—and then he strode to the seer’s lifeless body.He dropped into a crouch beside her, wrapped a hand around her arm, and muttered, “Thank you for everything, Kohina. You’ll never be forgotten.”Then he gathered her into his arms and carried her while the salamanders prepared to return to their main base, where their fallen comrades would be given the funeral they deserved. By tradition, only the claws of slain warriors were taken from their bodies and burned on the battlefield. The seers were honored with a different rite.The sylphs offered them passage on their eagle mounts. He and Kohina rode behind Araheen on
ARAHEENAfter Yonah had been brought down, she and Gildeon returned at once to the Shining Keeper’s domain, shadow-walking once more through the Dark Plane. Both of them were exhausted, drained to the very marrow by the battle—Gildeon especially, his body still struggling to mend the grave injuries he had sustained. Even so, they pressed onward, spending what little strength remained on the journey.Araheen had also chosen not to tell him about Kohina just yet. She would not burden his mind while something far too important still remained to be done.When they arrived back in the domain, they found the Creator exactly as they had left her.She lay upon an elevated bed of flowers at the heart of the garden, a stab wound in her chest where Gildeon had driven Yonah’s dagger. Fresh golden blood still welled slowly around it, as though the wound had been preserved in the very state of her death.Araheen drew out her ph
ARAHEENShe stared at Kohina, wide-eyed, unable to summon an answer at once. First, the Shining Keeper had offered up her life so they might have even the slightest chance of saving the world from utter ruin. And now, if Yonah was to be brought down, Kohina had to die as well.A part of her wished to dismiss it as some cruel jest, absurd even in the midst of war against the beasts. But this was Kohina. The seer would never speak of such things lightly, least of all now, when they were losing, and Gildeon was in grave danger.Araheen parted her lips to ask another question, but Kohina cut her off before the words could leave her.“You swore never to ask questions, Araheen.”“But what you’re asking of me...” The sentence broke apart in her throat.Above them, another pained roar tore from Gildeon. One of his wings was badly ripped, and his spiritual wings were bearing most of the burden of keeping
ARAHEENShe watched Gildeon shift into his ultimate True Form. She had once believed nothing could surpass the majesty of his full dragon form.This was way beyond that.What rose into the ravaged sky now was not merely a dragon, but a coronation made flesh.His body had grown broader, longer, more sovereign in every line. The black of his scales remained, but now it was overtaken by more gold—rich, molten, radiant gold that streamed over him in commanding patterns, sheathing his throat, his chest, the curve of his ribs, and the heavy arches of his limbs. He looked to be wearing a gilded armor blessed by the divine light.Fire flowed along the ridges of his spine like living silk, pouring from one spiked crest to the next in bright rivers. His eyes, twin orbs of black and gold, became deeper and blazing all at once, like eclipsed suns lit from within.His wings alone could have undone her breath. The first pair was his
GILDEONThe end of the world had begun by the time he and Araheen stepped out of the Shining Keeper’s domain.Shamibar met them in ruin.Breaches hung open across the land like fresh wounds in the world, and beasts kept pouring out of them in numbers too great to count. There was no rhythm to it. No sign of slowing. Just a steady flood of teeth, claws, hide, and hunger. Sylphs and salamanders had been forced to stop tearing at each other long enough to fight the things trying to swallow them all.The air reeked of carrion, spoiled flesh, and old magic ripped wide open. Even for his kind—who had been raised amid the stinks of the ancient beasts—it was enough to make the gut tighten. All around them rolled the sounds of the creatures: deep, ancient bellows, wet snarls, bone-thin shrieks, jaws clacking like stones in a grave. The noise crawled beneath the skin and settled in the blood.Araheen’s grip tightened
ARAHHer words seemed to break whatever control he had left. Suddenly, he grabbed her waist with a grunt, dragging her close. Her arms circled his neck, just as she felt him push into her. It stretched her open, drew a gasp from her lips that she had to bury in the crook o
GILDEONHe still had a few days left in his hibernation. But then he heard Ghulik’s voice. Said bad men were trying to hurt Arah.Sharko’s bad men.That was all it took.He tore out of his cocoon without a second thought.In the past, he might’ve held back, avoided tapping into the rest of his abil
ARAHShe reached across the bed, only to find cool, empty sheets. Gildeon was gone. But outside the house, she could hear his voice, talking to Roselia.She glanced down at her forearm. The vine strands had withered, and the bite wound was already healing.Sliding out of bed, she headed outside and
ARAHTo say this was a massive shock would be an understatement. The idea of a lower mortal becoming a higher mortal was probably the last thing she had ever expected to hear.How could that even be possible? Flying to Shamibar in Zylas’s dragon form was already mind-blowing. But the idea of alteri







