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Chapter 45: The Grove’s Warning

作者: Brook Paige
last update 最終更新日: 2025-10-01 09:17:48

POV: Luna

The Grove was too quiet. Not peaceful—hollow. The silverleaf trees swayed, but their branches didn’t hum. The ley lines pulsed, but not in rhythm. Luna stood at the altar, her mark flaring faintly, her breath slow. Something was wrong.

She had felt it in her dreams first. A flicker. A fracture. A silence where flame should be. She had dismissed it as exhaustion. As memory. But now, the Grove echoed that silence. And Luna couldn’t ignore it.

The flameborn child slept soundly in the Haven, their glow steady. Aria watched over them, her presence grounding. Kaelion carved quietly nearby, his blade singing through wood. Sera and Lucien patrolled the perimeter, unaware. Luna stood alone. Listening.

She knelt beside the altar, pressing her palm to the stone. The runes pulsed once. Then hesitated. The ley lines beneath her trembled. Luna closed her eyes. “Speak,” she whispered. And the Grove did.

A vision surged through her—brief, jagged, incomplete. A crown split in two. A flame ex
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