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Chapter 62: Echoes in the Dark
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The chamber erupted into movement. The hooded figures lunged forward, their robes billowing as unnatural shadows twisted around them. Cassian was the first to engage, his sword flashing as he met one of the attackers head-on. The clang of steel rang through the temple, but something was wrong—the moment Cassian’s blade struck, the figure dissolved into mist, reforming just inches away. “They’re not real!” he growled, pivoting to block another strike. Dorian muttered a curse. “Fantastic. We’re fighting ghosts now.” Lena barely heard them. Her gaze was locked on the stone archway behind the woman. The symbols continued to pulse, their glow intensifying with every second. Something was coming. Idris threw out a hand, golden magic crackling to life. He sent a blast toward the woman, but before it could reach her, the energy warped—bent—and vanished into the archway as if swallowed whole. The woman laughed. “You cannot fight what you do not understand.” Lena gritted her teeth. “Th
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The silence in the temple was deafening. The shattered archway still pulsed faintly, the Rift’s jagged remnants crackling with unstable energy. But the entity was gone—for now.Lena pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady her breath. The cold still clung to her skin, as if the thing had left something behind.Cassian didn’t let go of her wrist. His grip was firm, grounding, but his eyes searched her face, his own filled with something dangerously close to panic. “Are you okay?”Lena opened her mouth to answer—of course, I’m fine—but the words never came.Because the moment she tried to speak, a wave of dizziness crashed over her. The temple blurred, the walls shifting, dark tendrils creeping into the edges of her vision.Cassian’s voice sharpened. “Lena—”Her knees buckled.Cassian caught her before she hit the ground, lowering her carefully. Idris was beside them in seconds, golden magic already pulsing between his hands.“Something’s wrong,” he said, voice tight. He pressed hi
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The shadows slithered along the temple walls like living ink, stretching and twisting in ways that defied logic. The jagged remains of the Rift pulsed one last time before the energy flickered out completely, leaving behind only a cold, unnatural silence.Lena’s breathing was ragged, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The mark on her wrist still burned, its glow faint but persistent. She could feel the connection, the invisible thread tying her to something beyond this world.Cassian tightened his grip on his sword, his stance rigid. “What the hell is happening?”Dorian exhaled sharply. “I’d love to say ‘nothing good’ just to be dramatic, but I think we’re way past that now.”Idris barely spared him a glance. His attention was locked on Lena. “Did you see anything else?”Lena swallowed, nodding. “A figure. In the void. It didn’t look human.”Idris’s expression darkened. “Then the Rift didn’t just mark you. It linked you to something.” He glanced at the shifting shadows. “And I’m gu
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