Victor, also known as Dan, had not stop his vision, he had been watching,following, seeing Maliks actions, he decided to team up with the witch.

The moon hung low, casting elongated shadows across the forest floor. Victor, the enigmatic sorcerer, had not been idle. His eyes—piercing and unyielding—had tracked Malik’s every move. From the moment Malik’s hybrid existence had stirred ripples in the cosmic fabric, Victor had been watching, calculating, and weaving his own dark designs.

Victor was no ordinary human. His veins pulsed with forgotten incantations, and his mind danced on the precipice of forbidden knowledge. He had glimpsed the edges of eternity—the elixirs that could reshape existence, the secrets whispered by the stars. And Malik—the anomaly, the living paradox—was the key.

Elowen, the witch, emerged from the shadows. Her silver eyes bore the weight of centuries, and her laughter held the echo of forgotten spells. She had sensed Victor’s presence, their paths converging like threads in a cosmic loom. Elowen was no stranger to power; her magic was woven from moonbeams and ancient runes. She sought the same prize as Victor—the elixir of immortality.

“You’re meddling,” Elowen murmured, her voice like wind through pine needles. “The hybrid defies the natural order.”

Victor circled, his cloak trailing like a raven’s wing. “He is the bridge,” he said. “The one who can rewrite fate.”

Malik’s super-dead heart surged. He had felt their eyes upon him fromontop of the hill.—the sorcerer and the witch. His powers—the vampiric thirst and the primal fire—were a tempest within him. But he was no pawn. He had glimpsed the forest’s pulse—the moon’s secrets.

“What do you want?” Malik shouted, his voice a blade honed on defiance.

Victor’s smile widened. “Your heart,” he said. “Not the organ that beats, but the essence that binds vampire and wolf.”

Elowen stepped closer. “And in return?” she asked. “What do we gain?”

Victor’s gaze bore into Malik. “Power,” he whispered. “The ability to transcend. To wield both darkness and fire without restraint.”

Malik’s decision was swift. He tapped into both halves—the vampire’s cunning and the wolf’s instinct. Shadows swirled, and he leaped.

His fangs sank into Victor’s wrist—the pulse point where magic flowed. Victor gasped, his skin turning ashen.

“You’ll never control me,” Malik snarled.

Elowen’s laughter was brittle. “Perhaps not,” she said. “But you’ll serve a purpose.” They vanished into the void.

And so, the unfinished duel became an unholy alliance—a pact etched in moonlight and blood. Victor and Elowen would unmake Malik—the hybrid who defied fate. Their howls would echo through ages—a melody of ambition and treachery.

As dawn painted the horizon, Malik stepped into the unknown—a renegade, a heart that beat for more than eternity. The forest watched, its leaves rustling in anticipation. The sorcerer and the witch had forged their sinister bond, and Malik—the living contradiction—would stop them at all cost.He knew they would use Lena against him, he needed help. he would fight fire with fire!