"When heart and strength become one flame, even fate must kneel before the light."
TAEMIN'S POV
An hour later, the night over Roanridge had turned into a sheet of obsidian sky. The city lights were far below, hidden beyond the forest's edge. Up here, in the sealed conference room of BlackThorne Security, time had lost its shape. The silence was sterile, too sharp, too clean, too far from the pulse of what had just happened. I sat on the edge of the long table, the cool surface biting into my palms. The sterile hum of the lights above made my skin crawl. This place was meant for tactics and empire-building, not for something sacred. My power hummed beneath my skin, stable now, but aching for release, an energy not born for walls and glass.
