The forest was alive in a way it had never been before. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, every whisper of wind carried intent. The third faction was no longer hidden they were hunting, observing, and testing. And now, they had decided to act.
I could feel it through the threads of energy I had woven around Eron, through the pulse of his enhancements, through the unnatural glow of his aura. The resonance had not subsided—it had only grown stronger. And the longer I hold it, the more strit became.
The seal beneath my chest pulsed violently, a sharp reminder that my demonic core was screaming for release. My body was shaking every muscle straining as I forced control. Pain seared through my limbs, but I could not falter not now. Not when Eron’s life, his future, depended on it.
