The Warden was gone.
Just six floating lights remained.
Six spheres. Glowing. Beautiful. Deadly.
The golden one pulsed brighter than the others.
That was the special one. The First Hero's Mark.
The one with the wish.
Everyone stared at it.
The cavern felt too quiet. Too heavy.
A moment ago, they'd been celebrating. Hugging. Laughing.
They'd survived the dragon. Won the trial.
But now?
Now they were enemies.
Six people. Six marks.
But only one wish.
Dante watched them all. Reading their faces.
Lana's eyes were locked on the golden sphere. Hungry. Desperate.
She wanted it so badly she was shaking.
Erica kept glancing between the mark and Dante. Torn.
She wanted the wish. But she wanted him more.
Jin and Talia stood close together. Hands almost touching.
Their faces sad. Thoughtful.
Even Masha—cold, logical Masha—had a strange look in her eyes.
They all wanted it.
The power to change everything. To bring back the dead. To rewrite fate.
