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Chapter 75: Bound by Shadows
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The chamber shifted.Not physically, but the very air seemed to warp, growing heavier, pressing against Lena’s chest like a vice. The flickering blue flames lining the walls cast eerie, dancing shadows that twisted unnaturally, moving in ways that defied logic.Lena’s breath hitched.“Did anyone else hear that?” Dorian muttered, hand drifting to his sword.Cassian didn’t answer. His body was taut, golden eyes scanning the chamber as if expecting something to emerge from the shadows. Idris took a slow step back, his fingers glowing faintly with defensive magic.Then—The whisper returned, curling through the air like smoke."You should not have come."The flames burned brighter, licking against the stone walls. The shelves groaned, books trembling as if something unseen moved through them.Lena swallowed hard. Not real. Not real.Except—she knew it was real.The Rift inside her reacted violently, pulsing against her ribs as if trying to answer whatever was in this room.And then, the s
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Darkness swallowed them whole.Lena’s breath caught in her throat as the air rushed past her, cold and unrelenting. The abyss stretched endlessly below, an empty void that felt like falling through time itself.Ronan’s grip on her wrist was iron-tight. He refused to let go.Cassian was just ahead, his body twisting midair, trying to prepare for whatever awaited them below.But there was no ground.No end.Just falling.The Rift’s presence coiled around Lena’s mind, whispering in a voice that sounded so much like her own.You are home.You were never meant to run.The air shimmered.Lena gasped as reality split apart.For a single, horrifying second, she saw it—the Rift in its true form. A world between worlds. A chasm of shifting energy, pulsing with life and death, beginning and end.And at the center—a throne.A throne waiting for her.Her blood burned. The mark on her skin pulsed in time with the Rift’s heartbeat.It was trying to pull her in.No. No, I won’t—“Lena!”Ronan’s voice
