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Chapter 63

Penulis: Tadi Raf
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Leofric's POV

Fire seared my lungs as I ran, not from fear, but from the gnawing sense that I was already too late. The horizon bled with the violet hue of dusk, and Morwenna's scent clung to the wind—salt, ash, and something more ancient. The Trial of Betrayal had ended, and I’d watched her fall to her knees beneath the weight of memories she didn’t deserve to carry. Yet she rose again. She always did.

But the next trial... It wasn’t just a test. It was a graveyard of futures.

I crept behind the obsidian ridge, crouched low, my body trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the vision I’d intercepted through the flames. Morwenna’s third trial had begun, and I’d seen it: her scream, my corpse, her blood staining her hands like guilt she couldn’t wash off. It was only a vision, but this place had a cruel way of making fear prophecy.

She stood before the gate of bones now, breath fogging, fingers twitching. Her lips moved in silent prayer, or maybe a curse. And then she stepped i
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