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A story about a place that neither exists in maps or history books, this place was called Athame.

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"The root of every fear is the unknown, yet how can one fear what they cannot grasp? Tch... how misleading." His voice, deep and rough, sent an involuntary shiver through her as he closed the distance between them with deliberate steps, his presence suffocating in its intensity.

With a slow, predatory grace, his fingers brushed along her jaw, settling on a strand of her scarlet hair, his touch deceptively tender. "Knowing me will matter little," he whispered darkly, his breath warm against her skin. "For even in the shadows of uncertainty, you will come to fear... and desire me all the same."

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Aricia, born with extraordinary abilities in a world that fears anything out of the ordinary, was destined for a marriage alliance to secure peace between kingdoms. 

But on the day of her engagement, her entire family is slaughtered—by the very family she was meant to marry into. 

Grief-stricken and consumed by vengeance, Aricia swore to destroy those who betrayed her. She would wield the very power they had feared against them, seeking justice with no mercy. After years on the run, she found shelter within an elemental clan, hiding her abilities and keeping to the shadows.

But her carefully constructed peace shattered in a single moment. A burning touch, a chance encounter with his haunting gray eyes—an unknown force within her stirred, threatening to unravel her carefully guarded secrets and the fragile balance of magic, madness, and vengeance she had built....

Vengeance Through Passion

The morning sun barely grazed the horizon when Aricia set out from Xylaris, her heart pounding in anticipation. The city streets were empty, bathed in the pale glow of dawn, the usual chatter of merchants absent as she and Vincent moved swiftly. Her satchel was packed with essentials—food, water, a change of clothes, and a small dagger she had hidden in the folds of her robe. 


Vincent, as always, walked beside her with an air of detachment, as if their journey was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. 


Aricia glanced at him. He hadn’t spoken since they left. 


"Why are you quiet?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 


Her lips curled in irritation. 'Why do I even care?' She scoffed aloud, shaking her head as if to dispel the stray thought. 


Chapter 57| Privileges