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Chapter 95 : The Storm Above and Below

作者: Pixie Snow
last update 最終更新日: 2025-04-05 18:50:17

Lyra POV

The Hollow Grounds pulsed beneath her boots like a thing alive.

Darkness churned on the horizon. A storm not born of clouds or rain, but shadow and raw, ancient hunger. The sky bled crimson at the edges, unnatural and seething. Around her, the witches formed their line, magic crackling like flares beneath their skin. Soldiers stood behind them, tense, blades drawn. Kane to her right. Nyxar to her left.

And ahead - him. The Harbinger.

He stood as if carved from the bones of gods, the corrupted echo of something once noble. His lips parted in a smile. “Ah. There you are.”

And his voice - silken, knowing - brushed across the battlefield like a caress laced with venom. “Kane.”

He didn’t shout. He didn’t need to. The name echoed with power.

Kane tensed. Lyra saw it in the line of his shoulders, the shift in his weight. Her heart clenched.

“You’ve always belonged to me,” the Harbinger said. “Before time gave you another name. Before loyalty chained you to the lesser.”

Lyra stepped
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