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Chapter Twenty-two: The witches snare

作者: Nellybee
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-06 00:16:20

Thalia’s POV

The moment my foot crossed the threshold into the witches’ land, I noticed something shift.

It wasn’t just the weight of the forest air pressing against my lungs. Or the way the wind abruptly stopped—it was the silence.

Dead silence.

The kind that presses against your chest like a warning. As if the land itself was holding its breath. With each step I felt suppressed....

I took a few more steps, cautious. My boots sank slightly into the damp earth. The trees were older here, gnarled and twisted like they had grown drunk on centuries of secrets. Their branches curved like claws, tangled together in an eternal whisper of magic and malice.

The forest was haunting but I held my breath and moved on. Regretting all my life choices and wishing I remained in the direlands.

That was when the ground gave way beneath me. One second, solid earth and the next—

Emptiness.

I gasped, arms flailing, as the forest floor swallowed me whole. I fell fast, going deeper and
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