Villain's Last Chance

The world burned behind us.

Cairon's grip was tight around my wrist as we ran through the collapsing labyrinth, each step sending echoes through the stone. The golden light from the monolith still flared in my vision, seared into my mind like a brand.

Marek cursed as another section of the ceiling gave way, blocking the path behind us. "Okay, remind me again why every ancient ruin has to self-destruct the moment we touch something important?"

"No time," Cairon said sharply. His focus was ahead—always ahead. The way his golden eyes scanned the narrowing corridor, I knew he already had a plan.

I wished I did.

Because the shade's words still clung to me. You are not me.

But if I wasn't her, then who the hell was I?

Another blast of magic surged from behind us, the remains of the monolith splitting apart with a deafening crack. The shadows that had once made up Elara's form twisted in the golden storm, unraveling like ink in water. She wasn't attacking, but she wasn't stopping us either.

She had shown me a choice.

But the Codex—whatever power it held,it wasn't finished with me yet.

Cairon made a sharp turn, leading us into another passage. The walls here weren't made of stone. They were older. Darker. Blackened as if burned by something ancient.

I could feel it beneath my skin—the same feeling I had in the temple's archives. The weight of something watching.

Marek must have felt it too because he slowed. "I don't like this."

"Neither do I," I admitted. "But it's the only way forward."

Cairon was already moving again, but his silence wasn't reassuring. He always had a plan, always knew what was coming.

This time, even he wasn't certain.

We pushed deeper, the corridor narrowing. The further we went, the more the walls seemed to pulse—not with magic, but with something else. Memory.

Elara's memory.

I saw flashes of something—someone. A girl, standing where I stood now. But her face was blurred, her presence familiar.

Then, a voice. Not the shade's. A man's.

"You don't have to do this, Elara."

The vision snapped away, leaving behind a crushing silence.

I exhaled. The Codex was getting impatient.

Marek shot me a wary glance. "You saw something, didn't you?"

I nodded. "Memories. Hers."

Cairon stopped ahead of us. "She's leading you somewhere."

I swallowed hard. I knew he was right.

We turned another corner, and the corridor suddenly opened into a vast chamber.

It was nothing like the others.

No ruins. No broken statues or shattered relics.

Just ash.

A sea of it, stretching across the cavern floor. The air was thick with the scent of something long since burned away, the weight of a thousand untold stories pressing against my skin.

At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal.

And on that pedestal—

The Codex.

It wasn't a book. Not exactly. It was more like a slab of dark stone, polished like obsidian, golden script writhing across its surface like living ink.

I took a step forward, heart hammering.

Cairon's voice was sharp. "Elara. Wait."

But I couldn't.

I could hear it—feel it—whispering in the back of my mind.

It wasn't just a relic.

It was a question.

One I had been chasing since the moment I woke up in this stolen body.

Who am I?

My foot touched the ash.

The moment it did—everything changed.

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The past.

Not like a vision.

Not like a dream.

This was real.

The ash beneath me was solid. The chamber whole. And the air—alive.

I turned. I wasn't alone.

A girl stood before the Codex. Not the shade. The real Elara.

She was younger. Her dark hair was longer, her violet eyes burning with something I didn't understand yet.

But she wasn't alone either.

There was a man beside her.

Tall. Golden-eyed. Dressed in the dark robes of a high mage.

My breath caught.

Cairon.

No.

Not Cairon.

But someone like him.

He was standing where Cairon stood now, watching her with the same guarded intensity. But his expression—

It wasn't anger. It wasn't even distrust.

It was grief.

"You don't have to do this, Elara."

She turned to him, and for the first time, I saw what lay beneath her determination.

Fear.

Regret.

Her fingers hovered over the Codex's surface. "If I don't, then someone else will."

The man exhaled. "Then let them."

She shook her head. "You know I can't."

A long silence.

Then—"And if it takes everything?"

She didn't answer.

She didn't have to.

Because they both already knew.

The moment her fingers touched the Codex, the chamber shattered.

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I gasped, yanked back into the present.

The ash was beneath me again. The ruins returned.

And the Codex was still there.

Waiting.

Marek was yelling my name. Cairon was already moving toward me, hand outstretched.

But I couldn't move.

Because I finally understood.

Elara hadn't been destroyed by the Codex.

She had become it.

And if I touched it—if I accepted what she had left behind—

Would I?

I swallowed hard.

I had spent every second since waking in this body running from that question.

Now, I had nowhere left to run.

Cairon was beside me now, close enough that I could see the tension in his jaw. "Elara."

I turned to him.

He wasn't just asking me to stop.

He was asking me to choose.

The Codex wasn't just knowledge.

It was a door.

One only I could open.

I reached for it—

And the world exploded.