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chapter Hundred and one
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Celine sat stiffly on the hospital bed, her thin fingers trembling as she held the crumpled sheet of paper Elvis had just handed to her. Her eyes darted across the words written boldly at the top.

“The Modudus in search of the Celestial Root and will reward anyone who can provide it with whatever they desire!” she read out loud, her voice breaking mid-sentence. Her breathing quickened, and she raised her eyes to Elvis. Fear was written all over her pale face.

“Sir Elvis… this isn’t a good one. I sense trouble,” she stuttered, her lips quivering. “Why did they suddenly remember the Celestial Root now? They destroyed every last one of them. I… I kept the ones left sacred!” Her voice cracked as tears gathered in her eyes. “I swore never to reveal it again. Why are they asking now?”

Elvis stood silently at the foot of her bed, his face calm, almost unreadable. He had expected this reaction, but seeing her this broken tugged at him.

Celine’s breathing grew heavier as panic took over. “Wait
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