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Chapter 142: Ashes in the Mirror

Penulis: Saint Raphael
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The air near the Wailing Mire was heavy with moisture and decay, clinging to Lena’s cloak like a second skin. Every breath was laced with the bitter tang of rotting vegetation and old magic. Trees loomed tall and knotted, their bark cracked and oozing sap the color of blackened amber. Shadows moved even when the wind stood still.

Tarek crouched at the edge of the ruined outpost, fingers tracing the blood-carved sigil on the ground—the shattered mirror, same as the one in the intercepted letter. But this time, it bore a name beneath it:

ARIA VALE.

The blood was old, crusted over—but the hatred in the way the letters were slashed felt fresh.

“They’re not just warning us anymore,” he muttered. “They’re targeting her.”

Lena’s expression hardened. “This wasn’t made to intimidate. It’s a declaration.”

Brin knelt beside her, pulling a long black feather from beneath a half-burned Crescent standard. “It’s Void-touched,” he said, voice low and quiet. “Not from any beast I’ve tracked. It
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    The air near the Wailing Mire was heavy with moisture and decay, clinging to Lena’s cloak like a second skin. Every breath was laced with the bitter tang of rotting vegetation and old magic. Trees loomed tall and knotted, their bark cracked and oozing sap the color of blackened amber. Shadows moved even when the wind stood still. Tarek crouched at the edge of the ruined outpost, fingers tracing the blood-carved sigil on the ground—the shattered mirror, same as the one in the intercepted letter. But this time, it bore a name beneath it: ARIA VALE. The blood was old, crusted over—but the hatred in the way the letters were slashed felt fresh. “They’re not just warning us anymore,” he muttered. “They’re targeting her.” Lena’s expression hardened. “This wasn’t made to intimidate. It’s a declaration.” Brin knelt beside her, pulling a long black feather from beneath a half-burned Crescent standard. “It’s Void-touched,” he said, voice low and quiet. “Not from any beast I’ve tracked. It

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