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Chapter 91: Echoes of Abyss
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The forest held its breath.Lena’s pulse pounded as the figure stepped forward, his dark robes flowing like liquid shadow. He moved with an unnatural grace, as if he wasn’t entirely bound by the laws of this world. The flickering firelight cast his features into sharp relief—high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes that were nothing but swirling voids.The Rift surged inside her, responding to his presence.Cassian was in front of her before she could blink, his sword drawn, his stance rigid with battle-readiness. “Who the hell are you?”The man did not flinch. His gaze remained fixed on Lena, his expression unreadable. “She knows.”Lena’s throat went dry. No, she didn’t.And yet… she did.This presence—this force—had been watching her for longer than she realized. In her dreams. In the monolith’s whispers. In the way the Rift called to her.It wasn’t just a tear in reality.It had a will.And now, it had taken shape.The Rift was standing before her.Cassian shifted, his blade gleamin
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