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Chapter 9 - THE FIRE WITHIN

Trapped against the stone wall, her body wracked by the burning fever of the rejecting bond, Senna looked up at Vesper’s blade.

Vesper smiled sadistically, raising the sword for the kill. "Any last words for the Low Field?"

Senna didn't crimple. Instead, a strange, terrifying calm washed over her. She looked down at the glowing golden mark on her wrist. The pain wasn't a curse—it was fuel. Her human heart wasn't weak; it was simply waiting for her to stop fighting the magic and start commanding it.

"You forgot one thing, Vesper," Senna whispered, her eyes locking onto the traitor's.

"And what is that?"

"I am a clerk from the Low Field," Senna smiled coldly. "We know how to balance the books."

With a sudden, explosive burst of adrenaline fueled by pure willpower, Senna grabbed Vesper’s blade with her bare hand, ignoring the searing pain as blood welled from her palm. At that exact moment, the golden marks on her wrist and Aldric’s arm flared with blinding, sun-like radiance.

The sheer concussive wave of energy exploded outward through the room.

Vesper screamed as the magical backlash caught her squarely in the chest, hurling her backward across the room. She crashed into the stone pillars, her sword shattering into a thousand pieces as unconsciousness took her.

On the floor, the paralytic toxin in Aldric’s system began to burn away, incinerated by the sudden surge of shared royal energy. The Alpha King gasped, sucking in air as he pushed himself up from the stone.

He looked at Senna.

She was standing tall, breathing heavily, the golden light settling into her skin like permanent, radiant ink. The fever was gone, replaced by an unbreakable, eternal bond.

Her human body hadn't rejected the magic. It had mastered it.

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"You... you survived," Aldric breathed in awe, rushing to her side.

"I told you," Senna grinned, leaning against his chest as the last of her strength faded into comforting warmth. "I don't stay down."

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