They call this place cursed.
They have no idea how right they are.
I came here to die. Instead, I woke them.
Three ancient gods carved in stone—now flesh, rage, and ruin.
Ravik watches me like I already belong to him.
Zephyr speaks to me like he can hear my thoughts.
And Theron? He doesn’t speak at all. He just stalks.
They were cursed for betrayal.
I was branded for surviving.
Now we’re bound by blood, fire, and a magic older than the gods themselves.
They say I broke their curse.
But I think I just set something much darker free.
And the worst part?
I want them to keep me.
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