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Chapter 445 In the Teeth of Gods

Author: Judith GW
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-25 11:08:21

Signe

The ash is still warm.

I crouch beside the sigil, heart hammering in my throat. It’s burned into the flagstones behind the old cathedral, shallow but precise. Spiral-tipped, like teeth.

It wasn’t here yesterday.

Cerelia kneels beside me, fingers glowing faintly with detection runes. “It’s the same symbol as the others.”

“No,” I murmur. “This one’s active.”

It’s fresh. The edges haven’t cooled yet. The ground still hums like it remembers being breached.

I press my palm against it.

Power bites me immediately. Not like Loki’s magic, or even the Weavers’ work. This is colder. Hungrier.

Cerelia hisses and pulls my hand back. “Don’t touch it.”

“I had to feel what it is.”

She wipes my palm clean with a cloth, but the sensation lingers. Like the sigil marked me back. My magic trembles inside me, uneasy.

We’ve been tracking these things for days. A pattern of strange glyphs, planted on rooftops, doorframes, old stones. We thought they were surveillance. Or warnings.

We were wrong. They’r
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