The air in the Silver Moon territory had turned thick and cloying, smelling of stagnant water and old copper. It had been three days since Caleb’s apparition at the border, and the "Great Devourer" was already living up to his name. He wasn’t attacking with teeth and claws; he was eating us from the inside out. I stood in the palace apothecary, my eyes burning from lack of sleep. On the table before me lay a cluster of black-veined lilies and a vial of water taken from the royal well. Both were corrupted. The water didn't just look oily; it pulsed. Every few seconds, a tiny, dark ripple would move through the liquid, like a heartbeat made of ink. "It’s not a bacteria, Marcus," I said, rubbing my temples. The Beta stood by the door, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He looked thinner, the stress of the invisible siege carving deep lines into his face. "If it's not a poison, then what is it? Half the livestock in the southern valley died overnight. The warriors who
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