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Chapter 69

Auteur: Christina Wilder
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Silence did not fall.

It settled.

Like ash after a firestorm. Like snow after an avalanche. Heavy. Absolute. Wrong.

I floated inside it, suspended in a space that no longer felt like an in-between but not yet like a world. The violent clash of powers was gone—no roar of gods, no grinding of systems rewriting themselves. Just a vast, resonant quiet that pressed against my awareness from every direction.

For the first time since the Gate shattered, nothing was pulling at me.

No command.

No demand.

No inevitability.

That terrified me more than anything that had come before.

“Kael,” I whispered—not aloud, but through the bond.

For a heartbeat, there was nothing.

Panic flared sharp and sudden.

Then—

I’m here.

His presence returned like gravity snapping back into place. Steady. Grounded. Changed—but unmistakably him.

Relief flooded me so hard it hurt.

Where are we? he asked.

I searched the space around us, extending my awareness carefully. The silence wasn’t empty. It was expectant. As if t
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