The iron cuffs did not simply snap. They disintegrated.

Under the crushing weight of the primordial power surging through my veins, the enchanted metal turned to fine, rusted dust, slipping through my fingers like sand. The heavy iron chains holding my wrists to the dungeon wall vanished into the

Seraphina screamed as the radiant heat from the melting blade blistered her hand. She dropped the remaining hilt as if it were a venomous snake, stumbling backward until she hit the stone pillar behind the high table.

I slowly opened my hand. The last drops of molten silver slid from my unblemishe

The silence in the grand hall was absolute, heavy with the suffocating weight of fractured reality.

Lucian’s knee rested on the shattered stone of my family’s estate. The Shadow King, the nightmare of the High Fae, the exiled god of the dark, was bowed before me. His head was dipped in total rever