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A warning

作者: Dammy Anad
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-03 18:48:00

Nyra's POV

The thought sent another chill through me. If there were going to be more eclipses, more tears in the fabric of reality itself, we needed to know where and when. We needed to be ready.

Taking care to handle the scroll like the valuable and hazardous artifact it was, he reached for his satchel and gently put it inside. The other ones must be decoded before we can present this to Lydia and Nora. They might be able to compare it to the archives of maps.

Reluctant to leave, my fingertips lingered on the edge of another scroll as I nodded slowly. Throughout these old writings, there were still a lot of unanswered questions and jigsaw pieces. How could we be certain that we had located what we required? What if we overlooked something important?

Draven didn't move to box up the remainder of our finds either, so he must have sensed my uncertainty. Rather, he gazed at me with that silent tolerance I was still coming to terms with. It stood in stark contrast to the pressing need to
Dammy Anad

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