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Chapter Seventy-Seven — Fracture Points

Penulis: Margie
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-14 13:00:00

The retaliation did not come as an attack.

That was how Amelia knew it was calculated.

The days following the convergence declaration passed quietly—too quietly. No distortions in the air. No rival signatures brushing the wards. The world behaved as if it had accepted the new rules without protest.

Amelia didn’t trust it for a second.

She stood in the east wing again, sunlight slanting through high windows, her power resting low and alert. Control had not dulled her instincts. If anything, it had sharpened them.

“They’re repositioning,” Dimitri said from the doorway.

Jason looked up from where he sat on the floor, polishing a blade he hadn’t needed to use in years. “You feel that too?”

“Yes,” Amelia replied. “But they’re not circling me.”

Mateo frowned. “Then who?”

The answer came an hour later.

Not through the wards.

Through the bond.

Jason staggered mid-step, a sharp so
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