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The next day, Eira summoned us to the training hall once again. Her expression was sharp, her eyes scanning each of us as if gauging our resolve. Something about her demeanor set me on edge Whatever she had planned for us today, it wasn't going to be

easy.

"As you saw in yesterday's illusion,” she began, "the Children of the Eclipse are formidable. They are relentless, cunning, and brutal. If you are to face them, you must understand them-not just their powers, but their strategies, their history. And that requires seeing their battles firsthand."

Her words sent a ripple of confusion through the group. Alex was the first to speak up, his brow furrowed. "Seeing their battles? What do you mean by that?"

Eira's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. "You're about to find out." She raised her wand, and before any of us could protest, she waved it in a smooth arc.

The air around us shimmered, and a dizzying force pulled at my senses. The ground beneath my feet seemed to vanish, replaced by a swirling void of light and shadow. My stomach lurched, and when the world finally steadied, we were no longer in the training

hall.

We stood in the middle of

a "fiel

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood.

"What... where are we?" I whispered as we stood in a clear field.

Eira's voice echoed faintly around us, though her form was nowhere to be seen. "These are memories imprinted in the fabric of time. You are witnessing battles fought between witches and the Children of the Eclipse. Watch closely. Learn from their victories and their failures."

Before we could fully process her words, the battlefield around us came alive with movement. A group of witches emerged from the shadows, their faces grim and determined. They were clad in robes of red, their hands glowing with the pulsing light of active spells, In the center of their formation stood a leader-a tall woman with black hair and eyes that seemed to pierce the darkness.

The witches didn't have long to prepare. From the treeline emerged figures draped in black, their eyes gleaming like molten gold. With their faces covered in human and animal skulls. The Children of the Eclipse. Their movements were fluid and predatory, their bodies almost seeming to melt into the shadows before reappearing closer to their prey.

The battle began without warning. The witches unleashed a volley of elemental spells-blazing fireballs, shards of ice, and streaks of crackling lightning. The Children countered with equal ferocity, their shadowy tendrils deflecting the attacks with unsettling ease. One of them darted forward, moving faster than the eye could follow, and struck a witch with a blade of pure shadow. The witch fell, her cry of pain cutting through the chaos. Some of them began transforming into umbrakins cutting through the witches and ripping them apart.

They

"Look at their tactics," Elijah murmured, his eyes narrowing. "They don't just fight- they hunt. They're trying to isolate the witches

one by one."

He was right. The Children of the Eclipse moved like a pack of wolves, splitting the witches apart and overwhelming them with swift, coordinated attacks. But the witches weren't helpless. The black-haired leader raised her staff, and a blinding light burst forth, forcing the Children to recoil.

"That's their weakness," Isaiah said, his voice calm but urgent. "They can't stand pure, concentrated light. Moonlight."

The witches seized the opportunity to regroup, forming a tight circle Their magic intertwined, creating a radiant shield that repelled the shadowy figures. For a moment, it seemed as though they had the upper hand. But then, from the darkness, a towering figure emerged.

with golden

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like glass. Within a second the woman was in front of the black-haired lady her clawed hand digging into the woman's neck. The black-haired

the air like a palpable weight. Eira's voice echoed once more. "This is the power of the Children of the Eclipse. They are not to be underestimated. They thrive on division and fear. But unity can defeat

see."

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battlefield dissolved around us, and we found ourselves in a grand hall. Rows of pillars stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, where a massive moon-shaped chandelier bathed the room in soft light. At one end of the hall stood a group of witches and

larger and more chaotic. The air crackled with the energy of clashing spells and weapons. Warriors charged into the fray, their swords glowing with enchantments, while

witches," Eira's voice instructed. "They are not fighting as individuals-

witches moved in perfect harmony. Their spells flowed seamlessly into one another, creating devastating combinations. A burst of fire would force the Children into a concentrated area, where a volley of ice shards would

admiration. "They're

woman clad in black and gold stepped forward, her presence exuding authority. She raised her hands, and the shadows around her seemed to come alive, forming monstrous shapes that surged

the witches.

witches countered with a desperate spell, their voices rising in unison. A beam of pure moonlight descended from the chandelier above, incinerating the shadow creatures and forcing the Children to retreat. But the effort left the

ended abruptly, leaving us standing once more in the training hall. The silence was deafening, the weight of what we

us.

The Children of the Eclipse are powerful, but they are

mates their usual goodnight kisses. It had become a routine, and though I pretended to roll my eyes, I secretly didn't mind. Instead, I looked forward to it at

and changed into my pajamas-a pair of comfortable shorts and a matching spaghetti-strap tank top. I had just settled onto

and Alex standing there, grinning

me, and he let out a low whistle. "Well, don't you

arms, trying not to blush. "What are you two doing

"We

kisses."

door, but Aystin held up a hand.

something."

over. "Fine. But this better

softly in the quiet. To my surprise, they didn't head toward the

going?" I asked, eyeing

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with a

pressed against a stone panel, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing a smaller, older library. Dusty shelves

I asked, stepping inside and running my fingers along the spines of the