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Chapter 122: The Road Home

Penulis: Yanny Starz
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The walk away from the Obsidian Spire was like stepping out of a cool, dark cave into a blazing afternoon. The world felt too bright, too loud, too much. After the absorbing silence of the Spire, every leaf rustle was a shout, every birdcall a shock. Liora’s senses felt raw, scraped clean.

Kael walked beside her, no longer needing to hold her hand. He moved with a new surety, his six-year-old’s body navigating the rough terrain with an unsettling ease. He was their compass, his inner sense tuned not to north or south, but to the throbbing, painful scar in the world that was the chapel.

Lyra was quiet, her small pack strapped tightly to her back. She watched her brother with a mixture of awe and a sadness she was too young to name. The silly songs were still locked away inside her, held prisoner by the memory of the curse he had taken for her.

They walked for hours, the landscape changing from the strange, patchwork reality around the Spire to the familiar, deep green of the forest. Bu
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