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Chapter sixty-five: The Blood of the Sands

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The desert stretched endlessly, a golden sea of shifting dunes that glittered under the relentless sun. Kael and Lira rode atop their borrowed mounts, the wind whipping sand into their eyes. The Aetherheart pulsed faintly, sensing a distant presence — the fourth key, hidden deep within the Bleeding Dunes, guarded not by stone or flame, but by a force older than memory itself.

Lira shaded her eyes, scanning the horizon. “These dunes… they feel wrong. Not natural. Like the desert itself is… alive.”

Kael’s gaze hardened. “I feel it too. Something is tainting this land. The relic we seek… it has corrupted whatever dwells here.”

The sun dipped low, turning the sand into molten gold and crimson. As they descended into a valley between towering dunes, shadows began to move. At first, Kael thought it was the trick of the light, but soon, shapes coalesced — warriors clad in obsidian armor, their eyes glowing red, weapons infused with a sinister energy. The desert army had risen.

“They’re relic

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