Far beyond the reach of the mortal sun, in a realm where the sky was a canvas of swirling violet smoke, Varkhul walked back and forth.

  The Shadow Keep was not a dungeon. It was a library of silence. Massive pillars of obsidian rose into the dark mist.

  Varkhul, the God of Death, waited. He leaned against a cracked stone pillar, his eyes glowing silver in the gloom. He sensed the disturbance immediately. It wasn't just the ripple of the boar anymore; it was a tear in the natural order. A human soul had been dragged back from the void.

  Something unnatural was awake.

  Suddenly, the violet sky ripped open.

  Aureon teleported instantly, dissolving into a pillar of blinding light and reappearing in the suffocating shadows of the Keep. His golden robes looked violent against the grey rot of Varkhul's world.

  Aureon stepped forward, his voice trembling with suppressed rage: “You felt that. He didn't just raise a beast this time. He raised a man.”

  Varkhul didn't smile. He looked tired. “Of course I felt it,” he whispered. “The bracelet is fully awake. And it is hungry.”

  Aureon’s calm demeanor faltered. “The boy… I saw him in the square. The Elder’s son. Kaelen.”

  Varkhul nodded, his voice cold and mocking. “He is wearing it. The son of your most loyal servant is now the vessel of the thing I guarded for centuries. The thief who stole it from me… he didn't keep it. He let it find a host.”

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  Varkhul pushed off the pillar, stepping closer into the light. “Have you seen his eyes, brother? Those bright green eyes are already turning grey. The corruption isn't waiting.”

  Aureon clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “Then we must stop him… before he breaks the seal. Before Seravar awakens.”

  Varkhul’s expression hardened. He challenged Aureon directly: “Stop him? Or kill him?”

  Aureon’s face darkened. There was no guilt in his eyes, only cold calculation. “We must protect the world,” Aureon replied stiffly. “If the host dies, the magic dies. We must do what is necessary.”

  “You cannot simply kill him!” Varkhul warned, his voice rising like thunder. “The Bracelet has bonded to him! If you kill the host with violence, the energy will not vanish—it will detonate. You will destroy half the continent!”

  Aureon turned away, his gaze flicking toward the abyss that looked down upon the distant village. “A necessary sacrifice,” Aureon said softly. “Better a burnt field than a poisoned one.”

  With a flash of light, Aureon vanished, returning to the mortal world to prepare his judgment.

  Varkhul stood alone in the silence. The tremor in his hands had stopped. It was replaced by a cold resolve.

  Aureon didn't care about the boy. He would slaughter Kaelen to prove a point.

  “You will not reach him first,” Varkhul whispered to the empty air.

  He walked to the edge of his Keep, looking down into the swirling abyss. He couldn't go himself—his presence would shatter the mortal plane.

  He closed his eyes, pressing his mind against the void, reaching out across the stars to the small, terrified heartbeat of the boy in the forest.

  “Run, child,” Varkhul whispered into the darkness. “The Light is coming for you.”

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