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Chapter Ninety five: The breathe of life

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Aria’s POV....

Darkness wasn’t empty.

It was warm.

It felt like floating in deep water—heavy, quiet, endless. My body no longer screamed. The pain was distant now, like it belonged to someone else. I couldn’t feel my legs. I couldn’t feel my hands.

But I could feel life.

A small, glowing pulse beneath my ribs.

My baby.

Selene curled around it protectively, her presence faint but steady.

You’re still here, she whispered, awe and grief tangled together.

“I won’t be for long,” I murmured.

The world seeped back slowly—voices muffled, shapes blurred. Smoke hung in the air. I tasted blood. My chest barely rose with each breath.

Someone was holding me.

Kaelen.

I felt his heartbeat against my cheek—wild, broken, desperate. His hands trembled as he clutched me, as though holding tighter might stop death itself.

I forced my eyes open.

The sky above was grey and torn, the aftermath of magic ripping through the world. Warriors stood frozen around us. Rogues lay dead where they’d fallen. Silence r
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