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The Advice

Penulis: Loria Malf
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-03 16:42:22

Seraphina’s POV

The Blood Mirror had fallen silent.

Its surface reflected only me now—no more pulsing light, no more echoes of ancient breath. But inside me, something still hummed with the aftershock of Morgana’s voice.

The poison in you is not mortal.

The words repeated like a heartbeat, steady and undeniable.

It had never been a weakness. Never a flaw in my bloodline or my strength. It had been a weapon. A deliberate act. A slow-acting sabotage buried in my bones by someone I had trusted.

And now—I knew.

Now—I had a path.

I didn’t wait until dawn.

I left my room as soon as the Academy grounds quieted. The halls were dim, lamplight flickering against old stone, shadows swaying like memories.

Professor Dryden was where I expected him to be—his private office in the older wing, surrounded by scraps of spellwork and half-repaired artifacts. He was bent over an old rune map, its surface cracked and charred from what looked like a backfired incantation. Small glyphs floated like ash abov
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