《Marked in the Middle》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 150 章

The city never really sleeps, even under the blanket of darkness, Viremont throbbed like a living heart, each streetlamp a pulse, each siren a cry echoing through its veins. But tonight, the pulse felt different, uneven, hurried, as though the entire city knew something had shifted.Nora perched atop a rusted fire escape, the pendant clutched tightly in her palm. Its glow was faint but insistent, like a heartbeat against her own. Below, the streets swirled with shadows. Every alley, every corner, seemed to hold eyes that weren’t hers, faces that might be friend or predator.Kellen appeared beside her, silent as smoke, eyes scanning the city below. “You sure this is where they’re moving it?”Nora nodded. “I traced the energy from the docks. It’s going toward the old Silver Ash headquarters, the one abandoned after the Warden War. But something’s… different.” Her jaw tightened. “Whatever they have, it’s not just a shipment. It’s a message.”Kellen’s brows furrowed. “From the Heir?”She

The city trembled beneath Nora’s feet, though not in the way of ordinary earthquakes. The ground shifted subtly, as if alive, veins of energy pulsing faintly beneath the cracked streets. The night sky above Viremont glowed with unnatural streaks of gold and violet, the remnants of the Heir’s magic mingling with something older, something that had been buried long before anyone remembered.Nora crouched behind the remnants of a collapsed building, pendant glowing faintly against her chest. The pulse had changed, it wasn’t merely a warning anymore. It was urgent, insistent. Something had awakened. Something that had been waiting for the city to fracture, waiting for someone like her to step forward.Kellen knelt beside her, blades at the ready, eyes scanning the open courtyard ahead. “I don’t like this,” he muttered, voice low. “Whatever’s out there… it’s not just using magic. It’s using the city. Every street, every ruin, every shadow is part of its plan.”Nora exhaled slowly, mind rac

The city had calmed, but it wasn’t peaceful. Viremont breathed softly beneath Nora’s feet, but its pulse carried a subtle, restless tension, like the memory of a storm lingering long after the sky had cleared.Nora moved through the streets with Kellen close behind, their steps careful, deliberate. The rubble had been cleared in some places, but the scars of the puppet master’s influence were everywhere: buildings twisted unnaturally, alleys folding into themselves, shadows lingering where they had no right.“The city… it feels different than yesterday,” Kellen muttered, scanning the surrounding walls. “Like it’s waking up, testing us.”Nora’s hand rested lightly on the pendant beneath her cloak. It pulsed faintly, almost shyly now, as if assessing her, weighing her intentions. “It is, the puppet master’s collapse left gaps, veins in the city’s pulse that are fragile, raw, alive. If we follow them carefully, we can trace the remnants of their network. If we misstep…” Her voice trailed

The city of Viremont breathed differently now.It wasn’t that the streets had changed overnight. The crooked alleys, the dimly lit corners, the constant hum of clandestine deals, those were still there, but the air carried a weight lifted, a quiet promise of things that could exist beyond fear.Nora walked through the central plaza, her hands shoved into her coat pockets. The stone beneath her boots was warm from the late morning sun, and for once, the smell of smoke and decay that usually clung to the city had thinned to almost nothing. There were no patrols shadowing her steps, no distant howls that carried the authority of packs she’d once feared. Even the hum of the ley lines under the city felt calmer, like the pulse of a patient finally resting.She paused near a fountain at the center, water rippling over carved stone lions whose eyes gleamed faintly with residual magic. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but the city seemed… aware. Alive in a different way. The Crown’s influence

The city of Viremont was quiet, almost unnervingly so. Streets that had once thrummed with the weight of uncertainty now bore only the soft echo of footsteps, the distant hum of wind through cracked windows, and the faint, residual tremor of magic still settling into the bones of the earth. Kael and Nora walked through it, side by side, though neither spoke. Words felt fragile here, easily broken by the ghost of power that had once surged through the city like a storm.Kael’s eyes were drawn to the sky above, where faint threads of golden light twisted like filaments through the clouds. The Crown was gone or so they were told, but its absence left an imprint, a memory burned into the air itself. It was beautiful in a way that frightened him, delicate and trembling, yet undeniably alive.“You feel it too, don’t you?” Nora’s voice was soft, breaking the silence. Her eyes didn’t leave the ground, scanning for signs of residual magic. “It’s like the city remembers… or maybe it’s rememberi