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Chapter 27: The Farewell
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2024-10-16 00:00:06The air was still, eerily calm after the chaos of the ritual. The sky above flickered and faded, no longer the twisted amalgamation of Nyxterra and Elysium. Instead, the two worlds were separating, each retreating into their realms. The ground beneath Lyra’s feet steadied the tremors of merging realities ebbing as the final strands of the Ritual of Unity dissolved into nothingness.
Lyra stood in the center of the clearing, her arms limp at her sides, her eyes fixed on the distance where the last threads of Nyxterra's dark magic faded into the ether. The world had been saved. Elysium had been restored. The prophecy had come to pass, as it always would. But as Lyra watched the skies clear, a deep emptiness began to settle inside her. She could feel it—a slow, inevitable erasure creeping into her mind, into her heart.
Her memories of Elias were slipping away.
It wasn’t like losing something tangible, not like forgetting a face or a name. It was li
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