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Author: Evie Penheart
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Chapter 82

Seven cultivators lay scattered across the ring, unconscious or barely breathing, their once-dominant auras reduced to nothing more than fading wisps.

At the center stood Adrian.

Alive.

Standing.

Victorious.

Then the realization hit.

A roar exploded through the arena, louder than anything that had come before it.

“ADRIAN!”

“ADRIAN COLE!”

“ADRIAN! ADRIAN!”

The chant rolled like thunder, wave after wave of voices hailing the man who had done the impossible. Cultivators, observers, elites, even those who had come expecting his death now stood on their feet, shouting his name as if trying to burn it into history.

Freya froze.

The color drained from her face as she stared at the ring, at the man who should have died hours ago—no, minutes ago. Her fingers trembled. Her carefully constructed future shattered in real time.

“No…” she whispered. “This isn’t possible.”

Miss Reyes, seated calmly beside her, did not look surprised. If anything, there was a faint glint of satisfaction i
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