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Rayne's POV
The first thing I noticed was the armour. Heavy. Cold against skin I couldn't feel. My arms moved slower than they should—like I was wading through tar... or trapped in someone else's body.
I looked down.
Black gauntlets. Battered and worn. Faint cracks webbed across the surface, pulsing with a dim violet glow. I flexed my fingers—metal shifted with them. Too smooth. Too precise.
Too perfect to be human.
The room loomed around me—vast, silent. Obsidian walls vanished into shadow. Torches lined the pillars, but their flames didn't flicker. They just hung there, frozen in time.
Then it clicked—I'd been here before.
During the day. When I first explored the ruined castle. Back then, sunlight poured through shattered windows, casting long beams across the dust.
Now it was night.
The windows were whole. The sky outside, pitch black. And everything inside felt colder. Deeper. Alive.
A familiar pressure sat in my chest—not fear. Not pain. Just... weight.
Like I was made of something heavier than flesh.
Despite how real everything felt, I knew right away—I wasn't awake.
This was a memory.
And I was inside him. Inside Ashborn.
Seeing everything through his eyes.
Creeeak.
I turned slightly as the heavy steel doors groaned open. A familiar figure stepped through.
"Bellion," said a deep, gravel-edged voice—from my mouth.
It was Ashborn's voice. But I was the one speaking.
"How are the preparations progressing?" the voice continued—steady and low.
Bellion bowed, "The people have been evacuated. I've stationed personnel to protect them. Kaisel has spotted the heroes' faction. They're moving through the death fog. At this pace, they'll reach the fortress within the hour."
My head nodded—automatically.
"Good. Intercept them."
A pause.
"Make sure to kill every last one of them."
Another pause—longer this time, like a final judgement.
"None should be left alive."
Bellion dipped his head, "As you command, My Liege."
Then—he hesitated.
Just for a moment.
The first time I had ever seen the marshal uncertain.
"... Are you sure, My Liege? Is this... the only way out?"
Ashborn didn't answer immediately. He turned towards the window.
Outside, the streets were empty. Once busy, now silent. The windows of every home were dark. No movement. No life.
Even for the territory of the dead, it felt... hollow.
At last, the voice spoke again. Quiet. Icy.
"It is a destiny that cannot be changed."
The words landed like a funeral bell—flat, final, devoid of hope.
"I will die tonight."
They hit like thunder.
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Your Shadow Is My Light
FanfictionRayne, a girl born into tragedy, is haunted by a traumatic past, burdened by the memories of killing her father and witnessing her mother's death. Bullied and isolated, she often struggles with self-doubt, thinking that she's better off dead than al...
