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Chapter 129: A Living Seal

Penulis: Anala
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-20 13:11:41

It would take time—months, years, maybe longer—to dismantle what the Council had built. To unlearn centuries of fear, of division. But for the first time, the people standing here didn’t feel like opponents or survivors.

They felt like the start of something.

And for the first time, I didn’t feel like a weapon.

I felt like a beginning.

It was a strange feeling—powerful, yes, but quieter than I expected. Not like a victory march. More like waking up from a long, fevered dream to find that the room is finally still. The seal pulsed within me like a second heart, but it didn’t throb with urgency. It wasn’t demanding. It simply was, an anchor buried deep inside who I had become.

Maxwell stood beside me, his hand brushing against mine. He didn’t speak, but I could feel his questions pressing against the silence between us. I wasn’t ready to answer all of them—not yet. I didn’t even know where to begin.

The girl in gray—still unnamed, though I was beginning to suspect she chose that deliber
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