The "Discharged" note on my medical chart felt like a lie the moment the sun hit the obsidian tiles of the hospital foyer. In the old world, the one ruled by the Black Mountain and the Seven Peaks, silence was a sign of peace. But in this new world—this world of the Eighth Peak—silence was a vacuum waiting to be filled.I adjusted my white lab coat, the fabric stiff and smelling of industrial detergent. It was a mundane discomfort I had learned to cherish. Every time the collar chafed my neck, it reminded me I was Elara Vance, a resident healer in a human city, not a Sovereign standing on a pile of ashes. But as I walked toward the North Quad, the air began to thin. It wasn't a physical change in oxygen; it was a thinning of the intent in the atmosphere."Mom, you’re doing that thing again," Liam whispered, appearing at my side. He was moving with that liquid grace that even a baggy university hoodie couldn't hide. His twin, Leo, was a few paces behind, his eyes scanning the roofto
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