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Chapter 74 : The Memory That Burned

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Nyxar’s POV

He stood alone on one of the castle’s silent terraces, the crescent moon casting a silver sheen over the empty garden below. The night air hung heavy - so still, it could’ve been trapped in time. Stars above blinked faintly, as though watching. Waiting.

But Nyxar wasn’t truly here.

His body stood in the present, a shell cloaked in shadows and scars. His mind, however, had already slipped sideways - dragged by something unseen, something ancient and unforgiving. He didn’t fight it.

Because the moment always came. And every time, it bled him raw.

The first thing he remembered was the wind - wild, feral, roaring with the anguish of a dying world. It howled through the high halls of the old palace, sweeping ash and embers in spirals around crumbling columns. The sky had turned crimson, split with veins of black. The earth had trembled under the weight of fate.

And in the center of it all, she stood.

The First Queen.

Tall. Unyielding. Drenched in war and starlight.

Her silver h
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