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CHAPTER EIGHT

Author: AMAKA
last update publish date: 2026-08-26 00:29:37

Serena's POV

The morning air outside the strategy wing carried the damp, earthy scent of crushed pine and pine needles. The fog had thinned slightly, exposing the dark jagged ridges of the eastern mountains that separated Ashveil territory from the untamed neutral borderlands.

I sat at my desk, staring at a newly opened map of the eastern border road.

Beside the map lay three separate scout logs from the night Kael was brought in. Lance had done an admirable job recording the physical markers,
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