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Chapter 41: After the Fall

Author: Elara
last update publish date: 2026-04-11 17:09:15

Silence. Not the kind that follows peace. The kind that comes after something is taken—and doesn’t return. Adrian didn’t move. Couldn’t. Elara lay in his arms, weightless in a way that terrified him more than anything he had ever faced. Too still. Too quiet. “Elara…” His voice broke on her name. No response. The world around them had gone dark. Not chaotic. Not violent. Just… empty.

The system was gone. The power. The control. The endless network that had shaped everything—erased. But none of i
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