THE TRINITY.

Chapter: 95

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VALE:

The moment I opened my eyes, a blaze of bright lights overwhelmed my vision, and the familiar scent of Ethereal washed over me. Fear seized me, tightening around my heart like a vice. I realized, with mounting dread, that I had returned to the Calms. This can’t be happening. My mission was far from over, and I couldn’t accept this premature return—not like this.

I pushed myself up from the soft bed, the luxurious gold and silver decor of the room stirring nausea within me. Home. But I refused to acknowledge it as home—I would not allow it. With determination, I swung open my door and stumbled into the hallway. Spirit wolves and guardians moved purposefully around me, each absorbed in their duties. My gaze darted across the rooms until it landed on the one I sought, and without hesitation, I sprinted toward it, pounding on the door with both fists.

Arion emerged, looking weary, the toll of his duties evident on his face. The life of a spirit guardia