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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 first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and lavender, casting long shadows across the dense forest. The trees stood tall and imposing, their skeletal branches intertwining like the fingers of ancient deities guarding the land. A thin mist curled around the undergrowth, swirling in ghostly patterns as the early breeze rustled through the foliage. 


Aricia trudged forward, her breath visible in the icy air. Each step she took made the damp earth crunch softly beneath her boots, and she shivered despite her best efforts to conceal it. The chill seeped into her bones, making her body tense with every passing second. 


She clenched her jaw, suppressing the discomfort. It had been a long night—one spent in restless vigilance, ears straining for the slightest sound of danger. Yet, to her great relief, nothing had happened. No ambushes, no feral beasts lurking in the shadows, no unwelcome surprises. 


Chapter 60| Spirit Clan