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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

There was a reason why the Spirit Clan was different from the others. 


Over time, the Clans disintegrated into various states and further into Citadels, each forging its own path through war, alliances, and betrayals. 


But because of the divine peace and nature of the Spirit Clan, such division never occurred. They remained whole, untouched by the shifting tides of power and greed. They had only one Citadel—Vespera, the last stronghold, ruled by the Matriarch herself. The Yazaki of the Spirit Clan. Queen Witherlock. 


And now, they stood before that Citadel. 


The towering walls of Vespera loomed before them, untouched by time. Unlike the ruins and bloodstained cities left behind in the wake of war, this place remained as though frozen in time, eerily intact, as if the battle that had ravaged the Spirit Clan had never reached it. 


Arthur exhaled, his breath visible in the cool air. "I'd never thought I'd say this in my lifetime, but I think we need to contact Livia." 


Chapter 71| Vespera