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CHAPTER 74: THE VANGUARD ENLISTMENT

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-28 14:35:27

ELENA’S POV

The iron-reinforced outer gates of the Obsidian Fortress groaned against the mountain bedrock as my mount cleared the frozen threshold. I threw myself out of the leather saddle before the horse could even come to a complete halt, my boots skidding hard across the ice-crusted courtyard mud.

My left arm was numb, the muscles around my collarbone throbbing with a blinding heat from the psychic backdraft of my willpower trial against Alpha Vance. I didn't stop to change my tattered
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