Zayn stood at the edge of the cliff, his obsidian cape flapping wildly in the storm winds that howled through the mountains. Thunder cracked overhead, but the rage brewing inside him was louder.
He had seen it with his own eyes—Liora kneeling in front of Azira, the female villainess who had infiltrated their system, whispering something Zayn couldn't hear, but could feel deep in his bones.
“She's not what you think she is,” Azira had said, her crimson eyes gleaming with triumph as she vanished in a flash of cursed light.
The memory stung.
The system buzzed beside him, flickering with an unusual glitch.
⚠️ SYSTEM ALERT: Corruption Level Detected — 34% Host is nearing emotional instability. Suggest: Emotional suppression or restorative bonding with soul-pair.
He ignored it. Again.
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