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Chapter 138: The Celestial Echo

Auteur: Dr shukran
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-19 01:59:37

The deep catacombs of the Silver Moon were no longer a place of silent, cold burial; they had become a chamber of restoration, where the pulse of the Stone Sister was at its most primal. I stood in the center of the obsidian hall, my Tempered Heart beating a steady sixty-beat rhythm that anchored the room. Beside me, five-year-old Lyra shimmered in her crystalline Prism Wolf form, her coat refracting the violet gold light into a soft, dancing rainbow that reached into every corner of the dark.
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