Chapter 13 - The Shattered Spell
The impact of Eloin’s starlight against the cursed blade created a blinding shockwave that filled the Crystal Vault with a deafening roar.
Vespera screamed as the concussive force violently ripped the obsidian dagger from her grasp, sending it spiraling down into the bottomless blue abyss below.
Before Vespera could recover, Darius moved with terrifying, predatory speed. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the narrow ice bridge, grabbed Vespera by the collar of her heavy cloak, and slammed her against the frozen wall of the cavern, pinning her securely.
“It’s over,” Darius growled, his gray eyes flashing with the fury of an enraged alpha.
Vespera laughed hysterically, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. “You think... you think destroying the dagger stops it? The ritual was already completed! The anchor is already fractured!”
Eloin rushed forward, ignoring Vespera entirely as she reached out to touch the floating Primordial Anchor.
The massive silver crystal was indeed covered in fine, spiderweb-like cracks, its pulsing light flickering weakly like a dying candle. Across the cavern, the distant echoes of pack wolves whimpering in their sleep could be heard, feeling the sudden, chilling instability of their own bonds.
“Darius,” Eloin called out, her voice urgent. “She’s right. The anchor is bleeding its magic out. We need to seal it—now.”
Darius released Vespera into the custody of General Vane, who had just rushed into the vault with the royal guard. The Alpha King strode to Eloin’s side without a moment’s hesitation.
“Tell me what to do,” Darius commanded, holding out his hand.
“Hold my hand,” Eloin instructed, her eyes locking onto his. “We have to combine our energy. Your royal wolf blood and my Luna spirit—we must seal the cracks with our own bond.”
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Darius grabbed her hand without a second thought, intertwining his fingers firmly with hers.
Together, they pressed both of their palms directly against the fractured surface of the Primordial Anchor.
