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Chapter 123: The Divine Envoy Returns
Author: Miss Meadows
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The rift lingered.

Thin as a scar across the ruined sky, it pulsed with the remnants of Aether stormlight — the echo of a disaster still too fresh for the city to comprehend. Fires smoldered where buildings once stood, their embers drifting into ash-choked winds.

Kael stood at the epicenter of the destruction, Eryn still unconscious in his arms. Lira hovered nearby — ready, alert, and broken-eyed. Healers swarmed the perimeter but kept their distance from the trio as if they carried contagion.

Fear changes how people look at you.

And right now, everyone in Vaelun looked at Eryn like she was death disguised as a child.

Archon Valecar’s voice cut through the smoke.

“She is to be detained.”

“No,” Kael said instantly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was unwavering.

Valecar’s soldiers raised their weapons. Lira stepped in front of them, daggers materializing in her hands.

“She saved every single one of you,” she snapped. “Without Kael’s intervention — you’d be ash on cobblestones.”

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