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One hundred and seventy eight: the fire in me burned

Author: Asheeda max
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 20:28:30

Freya's pov

“They’re here.”

Finnick’s voice was flat. Not afraid or even surprised. Just… resigned and then I followed his gaze to the horizon.

The sky was wrong again.

Not red, not black, not the cracked shimmer of leyline storms but blank. White, bone-white, like the sky had forgotten how to reflect the world below. And floating at its edge like shapes and curves.

Tall, faceless silhouettes moving without sound, casting no shadows. Like paper dolls cut from the void, their edges bled light. They walked across the salt plains without touching them, drifting forward like smoke.

Kye cursed under his breath. “Those the ones from the vision?”

“No,” I said, stepping forward, hand resting on the hilt of the black blade. “These aren’t watchers.”

“Then what are they?”

“Scouts.”

The leyline pulsed beneath my boots like a war drum. My mark, my mark flared against my ribs, the heat rising with every heartbeat. They felt me.

They’d come for me or maybe for what I’d become.

I wasn’t sure which s
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