AMARA’S POVThe cold eased as the world around me twisted. The forest I had been trapped in melted away, replaced by a hollow Gray void.I staggered, still bound by invisible cords, but the figures that had taken me were gone. Only the echoes of chanting lingered, vibrating through my bones.In fright, I screamed. And my voice echoes back. I clenched down on my feet, letting the tiredness wash over me. Then I felt a shadow move in front of me. My head jerked up, and I stumbled backwards, but the ground beneath me seemed unreal.A figure moved from the fog, translucent at first, then solid, burning with light I had never seen. A beautiful young woman stood in front of me“Who… who are you?” I whispered; my voice was fragile but still echoed in the void between the trees.I am Syllara,” she said, stepping closer, her form shimmered with dark energy that made the ground shiver. “You are awake, Amara Vale, “she said, and her voice sounded like a thousand voices at once. “I am the one wh
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