I… had no idea what I’d unleashed this time. But a gut-wrenching instinct whispered—no, screamed—that it was something far worse than Belle’s ritual. Worse than summoning Barn. And consideringthatfiasco, that was saying something.

It didn’t even feel like I had called forth a ‘thing’ or a ‘someone.’ No, it was more like a command, a switch flipped somewhere deep in reality’s wiring. And whatever it did, I had a front-row seat to the show. The moment I felt the veiltear—not slip, not waver, butrip—it was as if my vision had been yanked clean out of my own skull.

"JADE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?"

Lysska’s voice hammered against my mind. I swatted her concern aside—gently,mostly—while my synapses played catch-up. Processing. Right. That’s what brains do. Unless they’ve just hacked reality with a cheat code they didn’t understand.

But first, damage control. Lysska needed calming down, and this wasn’t the time to stand around looking like a dazed lunatic amidst the wailing chaos. That could come later—preferably behind the safety of my own four walls.

The screaming had already begun. People jolted awake in terror, shrieking as Sablethorn Patriarch came plummeting from the mirror in the ceiling, landing with all the grace of a drunk wyvern.

“I’m fine. Just a little disoriented.”

Lysska narrowed her eyes. “What exactly happened to you? Iknowyou didn’t eat anything from that buffet, so imagine my shock when you just stopped talking mid-sentence .”

Ah yes, the buffet. That food wouldn’t do athingto a psyche that drinks poison like tea. Though… Ihadsampled the honeycakes. They were delicious. Not that Lysska needed to know that.

“Oh, trust me, I didn’t eat anything,” I said smoothly. “As for passing out, well… looks like whatever I did had a toll on me.”

Her eyes flickered with suspicion. Icouldhave lied outright, but Lysska was one of the rare few I actually trusted—at least to a degree. I wasn’t about to spill everything, but I’d give her just enough to keep her hooked. Keep her intrigued, not alarmed. Because if anyone was going to start following the breadcrumbs back to whatreallyhappened, it was her.

And when that day came, I needed her to believemewhen the truth hit.

“That’s what I want to know,” she said, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper. “Whatexactlyhappened here? I saw those men evaporate—like they’d been erased mid-scream. For a moment, I thought whatever they were trying to summon had arrived. But we’re still standing, so that’s obviously not the case. And the Sablethorn Patriarch? He didn’t just fall—he wasexpelled.”

Yeah. I hadno ideawhat I’d just signed off on.

I shrugged. “Wish I had the details too. As you said—I was unconscious the whole time.”

Lysska’s expression darkened.

“Whatever it was… we need to leave.Now.”

The commotion was massive—far too loud, too chaotic to go unnoticed for long. If we lingered, we'd be drawing all sorts of attention. And worse, before the other House heads arrived. Maybe even Vernia’s mother.

Andifshe showed up and happened to notice someone in the crowd bearing an uncanny resemblance to her own daughter… Well, that would be more than awkward. That would turn this mess into an unhinged disaster, escalating in ways I hadnointerest in dealing with right now.

I wanted answers, but onmyterms. Not like this.

So I nodded at Lysska. “Let’s use the chaos to get out of here.”

People were already running, screaming.

“AMBUSH!”

“RUN!”

“WAS IT THOSE ANCESTORFORSAKEN VOR’AKH AGAIN?!?”

“SABLETHORN’S PATRIARCH—IS HE DEAD?!”

The Iron Pact guards were awake too, trying—and mostly failing—to reassert control. But when a supposed Gold-rank warrior takes a nosedivethrough a mirrorand landsunconscious, it’s a little hard to calm people down.

So, we made use of it.

Lysska and I let out a few high-pitched screams of our own, flailed our arms like panicked noblewomen, and bolted in our heels. It wasn’tconvincingacting, but really—who the fuck was paying attention?

We were just reaching the hall’s exit when it happened.

The temperature spiked, heat rolling in like a sudden desert wind. Somethingenteredmy Air Sense—moving at a velocity that sent every nerve in my body shrieking.

Not through the main gates.

Fromabove.

Before I could evenblink, the roofshattered.

Something crashed through it with such overwhelming force that massive chunks of debris were instantly reduced to ash before they ever touched the ground. A choking haze filled the hall, glowing embers swirling through the air.

I always wondered what she looked like.

The woman Iassumedwas my mother.

Father never told me anything. Hedidn’tknow anything. But the moment I learned someone out there shared my face, I’d entertained…fantasies.

Would I ever get the chance to see her?

Would I—after all this time—finallyfeelsomething? That unspoken, aching emotion that had been buried in me since childhood?

But again… I didn’t evenknowif she was my mother.

And yet, when life dangled thepossibilitybefore me, I couldn't deny the gnawing need to at least—at the very least—gaze upon her.

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Then dread washed over me like a tidal wave.

She descended through the wreckage.

She stood atop aburning sword, hovering effortlessly in midair. Seven more swords hovered around her in a deadly, flaming formation.

Gold and crimson robes. Raven-black hair. Azure eyes that burned like a living inferno. A blazing halo seared the air behind her.

She wasn’t just angry.

She waswrath incarnate.

Her aura recoiled just a fraction when people started clutching their heads, collapsing under the sheer weight of her presence. But she wasted no time. She strode toward Lord Veyan’s unconscious form, her movements smooth, unhurried.

One of her flaming swords turned, hoveringdangerouslyclose to his throat.

Then, in a voice as sharp as tempered steel, shesnarled.

It was low. But I heard itclearly.

“Explain what happened here.”

A sharp yank pulled me out of my thoughts as Lysska hissed at me.

Oh. Right. We were supposed to beescaping.

I stole one final glance at the Flameclaw Matriarch—a supernova in human form—before joining the stampede of nobles. Lysska and I wove through the chaos, two shadows in a gallery of gilded panic.

Mission accomplished, sort of. City saved (probably). Catastrophe dodged (temporarily). Another gold star for my résumé under“Professional Reality Arsonist.”

Honestly, the System ought to grant me an evolution already:DraconicApostle of Avoidance, specializing in sidestepping fate’s uppercuts.

That’d besofucking funny.

***

By the time I finally stumbled into my dorm, I didn’t even make it past the bed. Just collapsed onto it, limbs sprawled, brain running on fumes.

That… took a lot out of me.

Ifmental exhaustioncould manifest as a tangible, soul-sapping force, I was drowning in it right now.

Per protocol, I’d split from Lysska mid-chaos. Varkaigrad now resembled a kicked anthill: smoke pluming, citizens screeching, the Iron Pact’s credibility dissolving faster than a sugar cube in hell.

I could only hope the chaos was at leastsomewhatcontained. Fewer innocents getting dragged into the mess meant less guilt gnawing at me later.

The pandemonium was a blessing, really. Any diviner trying to untangle this mess would need a decade and a flowchart. The best move right now?Wait it out.

I watched the window as the curtains fluttered, the sky darkening beyond them. A blizzard was brewing—thick, oppressive, the kind that turned the city into a frozen prison.

Absentmindedly, I tapped the pendant hanging at my neck.

I hadn’t needed to use the guardian Gwen had provided me, but Ihadmade sure to inform her about what was unfolding in Varkaigrad. How the Elves were tangled up in the city’s affairs. How the Iron Pact—the very enforcers meant toprotectit—seemed to be compromised.

And then there wastoday’slittle catastrophe.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Vor’akhswereworking with the Elves.

But then again, they were notoriously xenophobic. They considered beastkinsupreme—everyone else was just a stain on the world.

So why the hell would they be mingling with Elves for the destruction of theirownpeople?

Well… that depended.

What did they hate more?Other races—or thevery ideaof their own kind standing united?

I had a sinking feeling it was the latter.

I was still waiting on a response from Gwen.

Still no sign of Belle or Alice either.

I exhaled, reaching inward, feeling for my core. The same crystal embedded in my chest pulsed steadily—but now, a thin thread coiled around it, something new.

I focused on the thread, following its path as it stretched into the void… and then—

A rush of emotion flooded into me.

Mischief. Glee. A bubbling, almost childlike happiness.

Belle.

The connection between us let me sense what she was feeling, and judging by this nonsense, she was perfectly fine. Which, honestly, was abitodd for someone on a reconnaissance mission, but hey—if she wasn’t panicked, I wouldn’t be either.

For now, that was enough.

Outside, the wind howled, rattling against the windows. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into my dreamscape.

Skipping past the water tunnel, I emerged immediately into the open space where Lotte was waiting for me.

She took one look at me and burst out laughing.

Thegallof her.

I sighed. This was getting old.

“I’m guessing you’ve got a story for me,” she said, still grinning.

Oh, Idid.

This had always been our thing—me talking about my mundane, chaotic existence while she listened like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

So, with nothing better to do and some much-needed boredom to indulge in, I started recounting everything that had happened.

And then, I got tothatpart.

The moment the veil fully tore open. The successful summoning.

When things gotweird.

Would Lotte have any answers for me?

Well, only those whoaskget answers.

I told her what I saw—how my vision had beenyankedfrom me, how I found myself in an entirely different place.

A plane of fire. Magma rivers twisting like veins through the landscape. Jagged, claw-like mountains stretching into the sky.

And above it all—amassive, bleeding eye.

Hell.Literalhell.

The Sablethorn Patriarch was nearby, torn apart, dying. And standing smugly over him was anunknown Drakkari.

Something told me this was therealsummon.

And I?

I wasn’t in my own body.

It waslikepossession—but not quite. More like… executing a command. A function running itself.

I saw the blue screens, the system prompts. Iunderstoodthem.

More than that—IknewI could stop it. At any time, I could shut it down, sever the process.

Every action—when the Drakkari was caught by those countless tendrils, when he wastakenby them—came with a mental probe.

Like the system was checking with me.

Like it wasasking permission.

And I had done nothing.

Just watched through that alien eye, witnessing it all unfold.

Iwatchedit happen.

Time reversed. The Sablethorn Patriarch’s body stitched itself back together, undoing the gruesome damage that had been inflicted upon him.

Then, the final command came—sealing the breach.

And leaving Lord Veyan behind in thathellishplane.

I hesitated.

Then, without fully understandinghow, I made a change.

Iwilledfor him to be thrown back first.

A faint flicker ofannoyancebrushed against my mind—an impersonal irritation, like I had disrupted an automated process. But after a brief pause, the tendrils obeyed. Theyhurledhim back through the veil.

Andthenthey sealed it.

The last function was to erase all data from records.

I had no idea what that meant.

And then, just like that—

I slammed back into my body.

Breathless. Dazed.

I recounted everything to Lotte, still trying to make sense of it all. She listened with rapt attention, nodding along as I finished.

“Fascinating…”

I frowned. “I mean, it wasyourdoing, so surely you knew what was going to happen?”

“Not necessarily, Jade.” She tilted her head, smused. “Believe it or not, my vision is really limited. I can trace the threads of fate, but only the ones connected toyou. As for this little trick… well, as you might have guessed, it was tied to the system.”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. It was the same blue boxes. But I felt like I was peeking behind a curtain Iwasn’tsupposed to be looking behind.”

She chuckled. “What I gave you was a simple instruction—just a way to invoke its attention. What happened after that followed a few preset rules.Everythinghas rules. Ancient ones. Mortals bend them daily—tiny rebellions, unnoticed. But you? You yanked the curtain open. Made itlook.”

I frowned. “So that die I rolled… it was just acommand?”

“A string of instructions, yes. A line of rules.” Her gaze sharpened. “Something that would have happenedregardlessof whether you were there to see it.”

I paused, her words sinking in. “So… my witnessing it—taking anactiverole—that wasn’t part of the plan?”

“Thereisno plan. Only possibilities.” She laughed. “You think fate’s a script? It’s asuggestion.”

I groaned. “Thalador, here we go again. Cryptic nonsense.”

Thatdidremind me of something, though.

I raised my scaly brows. “Okay, butalso—what thefuckis alow platinum core?!”

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