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Chapter 30 – Fire in the Veins
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The cavern was silent, but Aric could hear it.

A low thrum, deep in his chest, like the steady beat of a war drum. It was not his heart. It was something older, something restless, something waiting.

He sat apart from the others, blade across his knees, trying to calm his breath. The steel should have been cold, but beneath his palms it felt warm—as though it pulsed with the same rhythm inside him.

Isolde knelt a short distance away, watching him with quiet worry. Her lips parted, then closed again, as though she feared her words might shatter the fragile stillness.

Kael paced the cavern like a caged beast, muttering curses under his breath. The flickering glow of the crystals painted his face in pale firelight, exaggerating the tension around his jaw.

The sorcerer stood before the altar, their staff planted firm, runes glowing faintly. Their eyes never left Aric.

At last, Aric broke the silence. His voice was raw.

“You said his fire didn’t burn me because it recognized its own shadow
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