The claiming didn’t stop.
Jaxon and Sienna, still bound by fangs and flesh, lay suspended in glyph energy, holding each other as the magic roared around them.
Above them, a dome of light shimmered.
From that dome, tendrils of power reached out across the world.
The broken bloodlines healed.
And every glyph in existence reset.
Even Ezra, in his obsidian sanctum, staggered.
"No," he growled, staring at the now dead tether stone. "No. They weren’t meant to bond. Not like this."
Felix, behind him, dropped the soul siphon dagger. It hissed and disintegrated.
"We’ve lost our leverage."
Ezra turned slowly. "We haven’t lost. Not yet. However, we have created something irreversible."
Afterward, they lay tangled together, their breathing slowly becoming steady. Their glyphs had formed new
