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One hundred and eighty two: first camp

Author: Asheeda max
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-27 20:41:20

Freya's pov

Velza didn’t need telling why we broke our camp fast. she was already moving before I could give the order, feet silent against the stone, eyes glowing faintly in the starlight.

Finnick cursed under his breath, strapping his gear with rough, practiced speed. Kye kept glancing over the edge of the watchtower, listening for more sounds. The chanting was steady and louder now. Rhythmic in a way that made my bones ache.

It wasn’t human or maybe it was once, before something older taught them how to shape sound into keys.

I touched the mark at my collarbone. It pulsed under my fingers, echoing the rhythm.

“They’re using my frequency,” I said.

“Can you stop them?” Finnick asked.

“Not from here.”

Velza stopped suddenly. “Wait.”

She knelt and pressed her palm flat against the stone floor of the tower. Her eyes flickered shut. “There’s a gate being drawn,” she whispered. “Improperly. Too fast. Too thin. It’ll tear.”

“Tear what?” Kye asked, voice low.

Velza opened her eyes. “The vei
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