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Chapter 153 – Hunt in the Dark
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The pebble’s echo had not even died before the shadows surged. They writhed upward like a living tide, spilling from the Rider’s outstretched hand. Black tendrils licked along the rocks, fast as striking serpents, reaching for the ridge where Nira crouched.

Her instincts screamed. She spun, bolting into the darkness. Gravel slipped beneath her boots, and her heart pounded so loudly she thought the Riders could hear it.

Behind her, Garron’s voice cut through the night.

“After her! She cannot escape!”

The Riders gave chase, their mounts thundering against stone, hooves sparking. The sound was terrifying, like a storm breaking loose in the valley.

Nira tore through the hills, lungs burning, every step driven by raw survival. She had no sword, no shield, not even a dagger. Only speed, only the desperate knowledge that if she slowed, if she stumbled, she would die.

The first shadow lash snapped around her ankle. Cold fire shot up her leg, and she nearly fell face-first onto the rocks. But
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