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Chapter 111: The World Without a Keeper

Autor: B. J. VALE
last update Última actualización: 2026-01-22 09:00:55

 

POV: Kael

The moment Lyra vanished, the world went quiet in a way that felt profoundly wrong, like a heart forgetting how to beat while the body remained stubbornly alive.

There was no explosion. No triumphant roar from the Void, no divine thunder to mark the end of an age. The medallion sealed itself with a low, resonant sound; final and absolute, like stone sliding into place over a grave. The violent pull at my chest ceased, the wind collapsed inward, and the howling pressure that had threatened to tear reality apart simply… stopped.

Lyra was there one breath and Gone the next.

Ash drifted down from the bruised sky in slow, lazy spirals. The Dead Lands exhaled, not in relief, but in resignation. Shadows froze mid-motion, t

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