85 The sky above Ashbarrie darkened not with clouds, but with pressure. Avi felt it before anyone else did. A thin pulse, like a cold fingertip brushing the base of her spine. Then a second, deeper pull the Circle responding instinctively, bristling beneath her skin. She stopped mid-stride in the training courtyard, hand curling around her ribs as if something inside her were trying to turn toward the north. Chance’s head snapped up instantly. “You feel that?” Avi nodded, swallowing hard. “They’re close… watching.” Moments later the air shimmered at the warded perimeter, and the royal guards tensed as a hooded figure stepped through the barrier without setting off a single alarm. That alone told Mikan everything he needed. He materialized beside Avi with a crack of displaced air, Cain appearing a half-breath later, eyes already burning orange, body coiled to strike. The emissary bowed low, respectful, but unshaken. “Keeper Avin,” the woman said, her voice layered with ma
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