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Chapter 21: The Flight into the Void
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2026-03-05 15:30:05While we wait for Eunice to do her magic, let’s see if Malachi can save Elara with a different kind of magic.
The Primal Gate loomed over the canyon like a jagged tooth made of obsidian and starlight. It didn't just stand there; it breathed, pulling the very air from our lungs. My blood, glowing a violent purple on the snow, was the key that turned the lock."Malachi..." I wheezed. The poison from the Inquisitor’s bolt was turning my veins into ice. I couldn't feel my legs, and the ed
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