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CHAPTER 44

Penulis: GOLDEN TREE
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THE BLOOD MOON RETURNS

“The end of prophecy wasn’t an ending at all. It was an opening.”

The sky had no right to be red. And yet it was.

As if the gods themselves had reopened their wounds and bled into the heavens. No storm. No fire. No explosion. Just a silent, seeping crimson dome covering the world.

Elara stood in the tower window, barefoot, dressed only in a thin linen tunic as the wind bit her skin. But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think past the thrumming.

It pulsed beneath her skin.

Behind her eyes.

In her chest: Boom!

Boom!!

Boom!!

Not her heartbeat. Not the forest. It was the prophecy, and it was calling again. She’d broken it once, but it had never died.

The Old Sigil Returns

“Elara,” Lyra said breathlessly, bursting into the observatory chamber with Kael at her side. “The sky—it’s happening again.”

“I know,” Elara whispered.

Kael’s face was pale. “How? You said the cycle was severed. The bond was gone. There was nothing left to summon this.”
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