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Chapter 189: The Crack In The Sun

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-09-02 05:46:43

Elara

The wind bites harder the longer I stand there, but I don’t move.

Maybe because I can’t.

Maybe because the bond is rooting me in place like a tree grown from bone and blood, anchoring me to the horizon I swore I’d never chase again.

The hum hasn’t stopped.

If anything, it’s louder.

A low, relentless throb threading through the marrow of my bones, syncing with my pulse until I can’t tell where I end and where Kael begins.

It shouldn’t be possible.

Not here.

Not under Solara’s light, where every bond is supposed to wither and die like a weed burned out by the sun.

But Kael has never cared about what’s possible.

A laugh slips past my lips, sharp and brittle.

Gods, I used to love that about him—the way he spit in the face of every rule, every chain, every throne that tried to bind him.

Even mine.

Especially mine.

Now it terrifies me.

Because if he can tear through the Veil, he can tear through this world.

Through me.

And the worst part?

Some traitorous, hollow par
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