Fragments of control
Elena leaned against the cold stone wall of the manor, her breath ragged and her body aching from the battle. The energy of the Source still buzzed beneath her skin, wild and volatile, like a storm waiting to be unleashed. Lucien stood beside her, his arm protectively around her shoulders, his eyes scanning the surrounding woods for any sign of Damien. The battlefield was quiet now, the echoes of the fight fading into the night. Damien’s forces had retreated—for now—but the sense of victory felt hollow. “He escaped,” Elena said bitterly, clenching her fists. Selene, bloodied but still standing tall, approached them with a grim expression. “You drove him back, Elena. That’s more than anyone else has ever managed.” “But it’s not enough,” Elena whispered, her voice trembling with
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