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Chapter 43: The Third Path

Author: KoreXx
last update publish date: 2026-05-06 00:37:48

The battlefield had fallen into a terrifying, unnatural silence. Even the clash of steel and the howls of the infected wolves seemed to muffled, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Elara stood in the center of the devastation, her hands hovering over Astraeus’s small, glowing chest.

The Void-anchor inside her son was pulsing—a black heart beating in sync with the purple fire of the First Kingdom. To her left, Malachi was a crumbling statue of shadow, his life-force tethered to the ve
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