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Chapter 77: The Weight of Silence

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~Eira

The sky opened around me.

Wind screamed past my ears, but I heard nothing. I didn’t feel cold, or fast, or anything. I was just moving—drawn forward by something I couldn’t name. Something inside me had cracked wide open, and now it was all rushing out: pain, magic, grief. It pulled me like a current, a rising moon dragging the tide.

The world blurred beneath my feet as I soared. Forests became smears of green. Rivers like silver veins. Mountains blinked past me like ghosts. Villages, distant and sleeping, unaware of the storm passing overhead. I knew these places—not in the way I remembered them, but in the way a god might remember the shape of the land she was carved from.

And then—

Obsidian.

The dark city rose before me. Sleek rooftops, angular towers, glowing embers still flickering along the rebuilt walls. I hovered above it, and for a moment, I didn’t move.

Then I dropped.

The impact cracked the road.

Stone fractured under my feet. Dust exploded outward.
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