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Chapter 39 - The Calm Before the Storm
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2025-06-26 00:00:53Far beneath the Phoenix sanctum...
The world above still slumbered in fragile peace. But deep below—beneath roots, stone, and flame—something vast and ancient stirred.
The prison, once thought impenetrable, now groaned under pressure. Threads of old magic, etched into the obsidian rock like veins, flickered with dying light. A shudder rippled through the cavern walls as a hairline fracture cracked open across the blackened surface of the chamber floor.
Thick, tar-like mist hissed out from the breach, curling through the air like sentient smoke, searching.
Feeding.
The temperature dropped, not with cold, but with absence—a void so complete it devoured heat, sound, even time. The darkness took on weight, pressing against the barrier, flexing fingers no longer fully bound.
Then… a sound. Not a growl. Not a roar. A whisper. Low, ancient, and seething with hunger.
“They forget what I am… but t
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