Rebecca's POVThe clearing outside the shrine felt a bit unreal. For days now, we were surrounded with stone, darkness, and endless corridors that seemed determined to never let us go. Now there was open air above my head.Trees looking toward the sky, moonlight reflecting through thick branches, the scent of the earth and the environment replaced the old smell of ancient ruins.It should have felt like freedom, instead, it felt like standing in the eye of a storm.Nobody spoke much after we left the shrine. We were exhausted, not the kind of exhaustion sleep could fix, the deeper kind. The kind that rested into your bones after too much grief.Tyler sat by a broad tree near the fire, adjusting the bandage under his shirt with care, the improvement in his condition was impossible to ignore.Only a day ago, he could barely stand, now he was moving on his own, still injured, still weak, but healing faster than he should have been.I caught him looking at his side again, his eyebrow
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