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Chapter 43: A New Beginning
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The midday sun, fractured into a thousand shimmering shards by the dense canopy, barely pierced the gloom of the forest. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, held the tension of Rebecca's desperate flight. Her breath came in short, controlled gasps as she ran, the rough bark of trees a fleeting touch against her arms. Behind her, the relentless pursuit of the Gloomfang dogs echoed through the trees – a chilling symphony of snarls and snapping jaws.

One, a monstrous canine silhouette of rippling blue fur and razor-sharp teeth, launched itself from the pack, its Rush skill a blur of motion. But Rebecca was ready. With the practiced fluidity of a seasoned hunter, she spun, her body a coiled spring releasing its deadly energy. Her bow, a familiar extension of her will, sang as she loosed a Wind Arrow. The arrow, a shaft of polished wood imbued with potent wind magic, screamed through the air, a living thing of emerald light and howling wind. It struck the charg
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  • Chapter 43: A New Beginning

    The midday sun, fractured into a thousand shimmering shards by the dense canopy, barely pierced the gloom of the forest. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, held the tension of Rebecca's desperate flight. Her breath came in short, controlled gasps as she ran, the rough bark of trees a fleeting touch against her arms. Behind her, the relentless pursuit of the Gloomfang dogs echoed through the trees – a chilling symphony of snarls and snapping jaws.One, a monstrous canine silhouette of rippling blue fur and razor-sharp teeth, launched itself from the pack, its Rush skill a blur of motion. But Rebecca was ready. With the practiced fluidity of a seasoned hunter, she spun, her body a coiled spring releasing its deadly energy. Her bow, a familiar extension of her will, sang as she loosed a Wind Arrow. The arrow, a shaft of polished wood imbued with potent wind magic, screamed through the air, a living thing of emerald light and howling wind. It struck the charg

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