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Chapter 20 : Unleashing the Beast
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A second wave of magic rose from the witches, this one more delicate but no less powerful. Lyra watched as High Priestess Seraphina lifted her hands, fingers moving in intricate patterns. Ancient symbols carved themselves into the air, glowing with golden fire, their very presence vibrating in Lyra’s bones.Around them, the capital pulsed in response. The wind howled - not just a natural gust, but something alive, carrying the remnants of the Harbinger’s influence as it was ripped from the city, screaming. Shadows convulsed in the alleys, twisting unnaturally before dissolving into nothingness. The scent of burned ozone and old magic lingered in the air.“These are the Shadow Wards,” Seraphina declared, her voice ringing with power. “They will ensure that no trace of the Harbinger’s corruption can take root within these walls.”Lyra exhaled sharply, rubbing her arms as a deep, unnatural chill lifted from the air. It was like the city itself had sighed in relief.But Seraphina was alre
