The air in the chamber seemed to thrum with a terrifying energy. Victor staggered to his feet, still reeling from the explosion of power. Lucian and Elena were regaining their balance, though the shock in their eyes mirrored Victor’s own.Zion stood in the center of the destruction, his expression unreadable, but his aura had shifted — darker, more imposing. The Eye of Eternity had vanished, but its power now coursed through him. The once-lighthearted man was now something entirely different, something more dangerous than they had anticipated."Zion," Victor began, his voice tight with a mix of anger and disbelief. "You’ve crossed a line you can’t come back from. You don’t understand the power you’ve unleashed."Zion turned to him slowly, his eyes glowing faintly, like stars flickering in a dark sky. "Understand? I understand perfectly, Victor. This is what I’ve been waiting for all along."Lucian, blade still drawn, stepped forward, his voice edged with fury. "You betrayed us! You we
The cold wind stung Victor’s face as they emerged from the collapsing fortress, the rubble behind them groaning under the weight of its own destruction. The stars above seemed distant, indifferent to the chaos they had just escaped.Victor stopped, his chest heaving as he looked back at what was once Zion's domain. The ground still trembled, small aftershocks rippling through the earth as if the fortress itself was mourning its demise. Dust and debris hung in the air like a thick cloud, and the last remnants of Zion’s energy dissipated into the night sky.Elena fell to her knees beside Lucian, who was slowly coming to consciousness. His brow furrowed in pain, but his eyes fluttered open."Lucian," Elena whispered, shaking his arm gently. "Are you alright?"Lucian winced, pressing a hand to the side of his head where blood had dried. "I feel like I got hit by a building," he muttered, then let out a weak chuckle. "Maybe because I did."Elena gave him a tight smile. "You're lucky to be
Victor, Elena, and Lucian trudged forward, their footsteps crunching over the gravel-strewn path as they entered the outskirts of the city. The night air was dense with silence, and the towering skyscrapers loomed like ancient sentinels, their lights flickering against the velvet sky. The city seemed deceptively calm, but Victor knew better—the calm always came before a storm.Lucian leaned heavily on Elena, his wounds slowing him down. He grinned weakly. "Do you think we'll ever have one peaceful night?"Elena shot him a playful glare. "Not with you around."Victor, walking ahead of them, turned his head slightly. “Stay focused. Something’s off.”Lucian straightened, his playful demeanor vanishing. “What do you mean?”Victor scanned the streets ahead, his heightened senses tingling. "The Council has eyes everywhere. I can feel it."They quickened their pace, weaving through dim alleys and narrow streets, each shadow a potential threat. Just as they reached the entrance to a safehouse
Victor’s heartbeat drummed in sync with the ticking clock in his mind. Time was slipping through his fingers, and the scent of looming war was thick in the air. The first crack of sunlight had barely touched the rooftops when he gathered the others.“Ready?” he asked, his tone sharp but calm.Lucian, now armed and bandaged, smirked. “Ready to run, fight, or die. Preferably the first two.”Elena pulled her cloak tight over her shoulders, her face hard with determination. “Don’t you dare die on me, Victor.”Victor gave her a rare smile. “I won’t. Not before I burn that council hall to the ground.”They moved swiftly through the back alleys, using the city's shadows as cover. The streets were still quiet, but Victor knew it wouldn’t last. Every corner they turned brought them closer to danger—and to the heart of the Council’s web.As planned, Elena and Lucian would head toward the central square to create a distraction. Victor, meanwhile, would infiltrate the Council’s inner sanctum—a cr
Victor stepped into the sunlight, its warmth unfamiliar against his cold skin. The cathedral doors groaned shut behind him as the tolling bells echoed across the city. Chaos was already unfurling—smoke billowed from distant quarters where Lucian and Elena had set their traps, and the shouts of soldiers filled the air.He inhaled deeply, tasting the scent of fire and freedom, but he knew the hardest part was still ahead. A city freed from the Council’s grip was not a city yet at peace. Factions, power-hungry remnants of the old regime, would rise like weeds. He would need to act quickly to cement his rule—or everything would crumble again.Elena and Lucian appeared through the haze, panting and disheveled.Lucian grinned, wiping soot from his face. “We lit quite the bonfire, eh, Prince?”Elena’s sharp gaze scanned Victor, checking for injuries. “It’s done?”Victor gave a single nod. “The Council is no more.”Elena exhaled, relief mixed with tension. “Good. But the soldiers will regroup
The dust settled over the ruined barricades as the remnants of the battle dispersed, leaving behind a sense of relief but also exhaustion. Victor stood in the square, the faces of those around him illuminated by the flickering torchlight. The citizens were victorious, but their victory was fragile.Elena leaned in toward Victor, her voice low. “You know they’ll come again, right? The Council won’t just let this loss go unanswered.”Victor nodded grimly. “We bought time. That’s all.” He looked at the weary crowd. “We’ll need to prepare. And fast.”Lucian ran a hand through his ash-streaked hair. “Guess that means no celebratory drinks, huh?”Victor gave him a wry smile. “Not yet, Lucian.”By nightfall, the injured were being tended to, and volunteers were working to clear debris from the streets. Fires burned in the city’s central square, where families gathered, clinging to one another for comfort. It was the first night in a long time that many of them felt free—but freedom came at a
The inn was alive with laughter, clinking tankards, and the low hum of conversations in multiple dialects. A roaring fire crackled at the hearth, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. As Victor, Elena, and Lucian stepped inside, heads briefly turned their way, some wary, others indifferent.Victor moved to the bar, signaling the innkeeper with a nod. “Three ales. And any news worth hearing,” he said, slipping a silver coin across the counter.The innkeeper, a burly man with a scar running across his brow, eyed Victor with the sharp gaze of someone who knew trouble when he saw it. He pocketed the coin with a practiced grin. “Depends what you want to hear, stranger. Word spreads fast down south, but so do lies.”Victor leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “I hear the southern factions are restless. We need to know who leads them now.”The innkeeper's grin faltered for a moment. “That’s dangerous knowledge. You don’t look like the sort that should meddle in those affairs.”Bef
The tension in the air snapped as Elara signaled her guards to attack. The courtyard erupted into chaos. Victor’s instincts kicked in; he spun around just in time to dodge a swinging blade aimed at his neck. The guard, a burly vampire with a scarred face, lunged again, but Victor sidestepped, grabbing the guard’s wrist and twisting it until the sword clattered to the ground.“Stay close!” Victor shouted to Lucian and Elena, who were already engaged in their own battles.Lucian had been cornered by two wolves, their teeth bared, snarling with hungry ferocity. “Really? This is how you greet guests?” he yelled, dodging a snap from one of the beasts. He swung his sword, slicing the air just inches away from the nearest wolf, which yelped and fell back.“Watch your left!” Elena shouted, her dagger flashing as she plunged it into the side of another guard. She had a fierce look of determination in her eyes as she pivoted to Victor's side, her movements fluid and practiced.“Victor!” she cri