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2025-11-27 03:03:27The air in the protected field was heavy with expectation. Serenya stood at the center, her bare feet pressing into the soft earth, circled on all sides by the five Guardians. Cheyenne, Nalia, Chelsea, Tora, and Isolde — each of them radiant, brimming with power. Behind them, their mates lingered at the edges of the wards, close enough to watch, far enough not to interfere.
Serenya swallowed hard. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, louder than the whisper of wind through the grass. This was it — the culmination of every test, every spar, every bruise, every lesson. Her final trial.
You’re shaking. Solana’s voice brushed through her mind, cool and steady. Why? You already know the outcome. You will succeed.
“I don’t know that,” Serenya thought back fiercely. She clenched her fists, staring at the five women who looked ready to tear her apart. “They’ve had years, lifetimes even, to maste
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