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CHAPTER 115: The Heart Below

Author: Myra TUC
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The fire-wings blazed until the sky itself looked torn in half, gold against black. But in the silence that followed, something shifted, not in retreat or defeat. It was a pause, the kind of stillness that waits, not to end, but to begin again stronger.

The guardians’ hulking forms burned and faltered, their trunks cracking under the blaze, their crowns snapping like bones. Yet their fall didn’t feel like victory. It felt like an offering. A sacrifice to something deeper.

Beneath my feet, the earth pulsed once, twice. Then a steady rhythm began, like the beating of a colossal heart buried under the ridge. Each thrum rattled the hollow walls, each pulse pulling air from my lungs until it felt as though I were breathing inside someone else’s chest.

The girl’s cry pierced through the smoke. “No… no, it’s waking it. The Root-Heart.”

My throat tightened. “The what?”

Her voice cracked. “The core. The soul of the forest, every tree, every shadow, every guardian… it’s only a limb. The Root-
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