Hexblade Warlock 4

Quintasia stands on the razor's edge of oblivion. Jez has claimed control—and with it, the shattering truth: this academy of stone and shadow is their reality, its fate in her fragile grip. Beyond the dungeon's membrane, the elves are coming. An ancient, ravenous tide of starlight and spite, they will consume every soul, every memory, every last spark of defiance. Geraint and Eve crawl from the battle with the Horrors, broken but burning with venomous purpose—whatever dark power they seize next will make their previous sins seem merciful. Sanya Soleil watches from the wings, her smile a blade. Her hunger for Seven is no longer hidden; it is a promise carved in lust. More Horrors stir once more in the deep places. Phillion's true face remains a wound in the world, waiting to be torn open. Time bleeds. Allies fracture. Hope gutters like a dying candle. In a reality devouring itself, survival is no longer enough. They must become something monstrous enough to face the elves… or be devoured by the darkness already wearing their skin. The end begins now.