Chapitre 25: ### **Chapter 24: The Price of Power**
The silence in the chamber was thick, but beneath it was a lingering hum of energy, the last vestiges of the dark magic that had just been severed. The air felt lighter, as if something had been lifted, but I could still taste the bitter tang of it on my tongue, like an unshakable aftertaste. We had won—for now. But there was no celebrating, no time for relief. I could still feel the weight of the darkness that had been so close to consuming us. The victory was hollow, because I knew it wasn't over.
I slowly rose to my feet, feeling the tremors of the battle still coursing through me. My chest ached, the remnants of the force I had grappled with only moments ago lingering like a wound that refused to heal. I looked around the chamber, noting the exhaustion etched into the faces of my allies. The witches, pale and drained from the power they had tried to wield against the crystal, stood together, whispering low incantations to stabilize their energy. Victor was by my side in an instant, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with concern.
"You're not injured, are you?" he asked, his voice low, though there was a hint of something in his tone that I couldn't quite place.
I shook my head, pushing past the lingering exhaustion. "No. It was… painful, but I'll recover. We've all done what we had to do." My eyes moved to Greta, who was still catching her breath but seemed otherwise unharmed. Her face was a mask of quiet contemplation, her mind no doubt racing over the magic we had just encountered.
"It's not over," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "This… force we just faced. It's only been temporarily driven back. It's not gone."
Greta's eyes flickered to mine, her expression a mixture of fatigue and understanding. "You're right," she said softly. "The power we touched, the Binding of the First Shadow, is older than we ever imagined. It doesn't simply disappear. It lingers. It waits."
I felt the weight of her words press down on me, but I refused to let the fear take root. Not yet. Not now. "Then we'll need to be ready for it when it returns. We need to find a way to destroy it, once and for all."
"That's easier said than done," she replied, her voice laced with caution. "The magic we dealt with just now… It's primal. It's tied to the very essence of the earth, older than even the first vampire. Even if we sever its connection for now, it will always find a way to return. We don't fully understand it. We don't know its true nature."
I met her gaze, my own determination growing. "Then we'll learn. We'll find out what it truly is. And when it comes back, we'll be ready."
Victor stepped forward, his eyes scanning the room, his usual calm demeanor now tinged with a hard edge. "And if it comes before we're ready?"
"Then we fight," I said without hesitation. "We fight with everything we have. I'll never let it take this city, not while I still have breath in my body."
Victor's eyes flickered with something like pride, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "You never disappoint," he muttered. "But I think you're right. We've won a battle. But the war is far from over."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The weight of it all—the responsibility, the danger, the relentless march toward the unknown—settled on my shoulders like a stone. But it wasn't the first time I'd felt this way. I had weathered storms before. I would weather this one too.
"We'll gather more information," I said, my voice firm. "Greta, I need you to delve deeper into the ancient texts. Find whatever you can about this power. I need to know its origins—what it is, where it came from. If it's tied to the earth, to the very foundations of the world, then there must be something—some way—to stop it."
Greta nodded, though her expression remained wary. "I'll do what I can. But be warned, Klaus's heir. The more we delve into this power, the more dangerous it becomes. It's like opening a door to something that's been locked away for a reason."
"I understand," I replied, my voice unwavering. "But we don't have a choice. We can't afford to ignore it. Not when the stakes are this high."
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The days that followed were filled with tense preparations and quiet moments of reflection. The city seemed to know something had changed. It wasn't just the tension that hung in the air—it was the subtle shift in the very fabric of the world. The kind of change that only those attuned to magic, to the old forces, could sense. A crack in the balance, a disturbance in the flow of energy that could not be ignored.
Greta worked tirelessly, pouring over the ancient texts, her mind unraveling the secrets of the Binding of the First Shadow. She found more references, more pieces of the puzzle that painted a terrifying picture. The magic was not just a force, it was an entity—ancient, predatory, and relentless. It had slumbered for millennia, waiting for the right time to awaken. And now that it had, it would not go back to sleep without a fight.
Victor, ever the strategist, spent his time reinforcing our defenses, strengthening the city's security against any new threats. The vampires under my command had increased patrols, ensuring that no one would approach our territory without paying the price. They were loyal, steadfast, but even they felt the tremors of the coming storm. I could see it in their eyes—the uncertainty, the knowledge that something far darker than we had ever faced was looming on the horizon.
And through it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something. A piece of the puzzle. A key that we hadn't found yet.
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It was on the fifth day after our confrontation with the ancient magic that I had another vision. It came to me without warning, as all my most vivid visions had, and it took me completely by surprise.
I was standing in the ruins of the crypt again, the altar where the crystal had once stood now a smoldering heap of ash. But this time, the air felt different. It felt alive—alive in a way that I had never felt before. The ground beneath my feet was no longer stone, but something darker, something far older. It pulsed, throbbed with an energy that was both terrifying and seductive.
A shadow moved through the air, drifting like smoke but solid as any living creature. I could feel its presence, its hunger, and I knew without a doubt that it was the force we had faced, the primal entity we had disturbed.
But there was something more. Something hidden beneath the shadow. It was watching me, waiting. I could hear its voice in my mind, whispering words that weren't words, but a feeling, a truth that reached into the deepest part of me.
*"You cannot escape me, child of Klaus. You belong to the shadows now. You have always belonged to me. And soon… you will understand."*
The vision shattered as quickly as it had come, leaving me gasping for air. I staggered back, my mind reeling, my heart racing.
Victor was beside me in an instant, his sharp gaze taking in my disoriented state. "What happened? What did you see?"
I struggled to gather my thoughts, the words tangled in my mind. "It spoke to me," I said, my voice hoarse. "The force. It… it's not just magic. It's alive. It's more than that. It's aware of me. It's been waiting."
Victor's expression darkened, his concern growing. "How do we stop it, then? If it's been waiting, if it knows you…"
"I don't know," I admitted, frustration rising in my chest. "But it's toying with me. It's trying to break me, to pull me into its grasp. But I won't let it. I won't become a shadow. I refuse to."
Victor nodded, his expression grim. "Then we prepare. We prepare for what's coming. And we fight."
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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