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Chapter 21: Protector Within the Valley
Author: S. Sage
last update2026-05-14 19:57:28

The stench of burning flesh and screams cut short mid-breath became the only melody left in Echo Valley.

Above, the once-clear skies of Aethelgard vanished beneath the swollen underbellies of the Sky Capital’s airships—white-and-gold metal beasts vomiting death in the form of holy light. The village was no longer a settlement.

It was a furnace built for those the gods deemed worthless.

Lyra did not cry beautifully.

She shook violently, her fingernails digging so deeply into Zephyros’ arm that b
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