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Chapter Sixty Five — The Broken Canyon

Author: Phillix
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-24 00:28:28

The Frostspire canyon was not supposed to exist.

Not like this.

Lyra knew the terrain; she had studied the maps Malachai kept folded like secrets. The canyon had always been a shallow scar in the land — a fissure where old magic slept. But now…

Now it was a wound.

A vast chasm split open as if the earth itself had collapsed inward, devoured by a single name:

Aethren Veyr.

Wind poured out of the gap in long, shaking breaths, carrying with it the metallic scent of runes burning hot against snow. As they approached the ridge, the world dropped away in a dizzying sweep — stone archways fractured, pillars broken, shards of glowing glyphs floating weightlessly in the air like drifting fireflies.

Cassian whistled under his breath. “He didn’t hide,” he said. “He carved himself a stage.”

Malachai didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the canyon’s center.

Vale saw it too.

Lyra felt it before she saw it.

Her pulse stuttered painfully.

Ronan.

His presence wasn’t a whisper now. It was
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