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Chapter 98 Echoes of the Forgotten Gift

作者: Bliss_writes
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-03 00:24:50
FRANCO POV

It had been past twenty-four hours we’d been at the Cave of Death—well, not technically the cave itself, but in the area. Fara, I, and five other guards she had handpicked were camped beneath a Damocles Tree, also known as the Midnight Horror Tree here in Astria.

The place was unsettling, eerie in a way I couldn’t shake. It felt alive, like something ominous was breathing beneath the earth, waiting to crawl free.

I inhaled slowly and whispered my thoughts just loud enough for Fara to hear.

“Never knew a place like this existed in Astria. It’s never been mentioned in any geology or history records.”

Fara chuckled softly.

“It wouldn’t. Only creatures like us, with deep ancestral ties to this land, would know.”

I glanced at her, hungry for more, and she indulged me.

“Just like this cave and the Cave of the Forgotten, where Nadia truly lies bound, there is also the Cave of Memories.”

I nodded, my curiosity piqued.

“So what makes these caves different from eac
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