CHAPTER 10
Author: Victoria C
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MIRA’S DISCOVERY

Night had fallen like a heavy curtain over the forest. Mist curled low to the ground, twisting around the roots and tangled branches like restless spirits.

Lian crouched beside a dying soldier, the weak man’s breath shallow and ragged. His hand, glowing faintly red, hovered just above the soldier’s chest.

A soft gasp escaped the soldier’s cracked lips, then his eyes fluttered closed for the last time. From the man’s chest, a thin wisp of pale light slipped out like smoke and drifted into Lian’s palm.

The glow pulsed once, then faded into nothingness. An eerie stillness settled over the clearing.

Behind a thick oak, Mira pressed her palm to her mouth, her breath catching in a silent gasp. Her heart pounded so violently she thought it might burst through her ribs. That light... she whispered under her breath. He didn’t just kill that man. He took his soul.

Suddenly, a dry twig snapped beneath her trembling foot. The sharp crack sliced through the silence.

Lian’s head
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  • CHAPTER 10

    MIRA’S DISCOVERYNight had fallen like a heavy curtain over the forest. Mist curled low to the ground, twisting around the roots and tangled branches like restless spirits. Lian crouched beside a dying soldier, the weak man’s breath shallow and ragged. His hand, glowing faintly red, hovered just above the soldier’s chest.A soft gasp escaped the soldier’s cracked lips, then his eyes fluttered closed for the last time. From the man’s chest, a thin wisp of pale light slipped out like smoke and drifted into Lian’s palm. The glow pulsed once, then faded into nothingness. An eerie stillness settled over the clearing.Behind a thick oak, Mira pressed her palm to her mouth, her breath catching in a silent gasp. Her heart pounded so violently she thought it might burst through her ribs. That light... she whispered under her breath. He didn’t just kill that man. He took his soul.Suddenly, a dry twig snapped beneath her trembling foot. The sharp crack sliced through the silence.Lian’s head

  • CHAPTER 9

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  • CHAPTER 8

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    THE SECRET HEALERThe rain hammered the earth like relentless drums, a cold assault that blurred the world around Lian. Each droplet struck his skin, cold and sharp, mingling with the blood that seeped from deep wounds on his shoulder and ribs. His every breath rasped, harsh and shallow, as his body trembled with exhaustion. Mud clung to his soaked cloak and weighed down every step, while his sword dragged behind him, leaving a dark, wet trail through the thick forest floor.His legs ached, muscles screaming with every movement, and the ache in his side throbbed with each ragged breath. The forest stretched ahead like an endless maze of dripping branches and shadows, the thick canopy filtering what little light remained.The voice stirred inside his mind again, low and menacing. “Keep moving.” It was the Devourer’s command, cold and unwavering.Lian’s jaw clenched until his teeth ground painfully together. “I’m trying,” he rasped, forcing himself forward through the dense undergrowth

  • CHAPTER 6

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  • CHAPTER 5

    THE MASKED FIGHTERThe underground arena pulsed with raw energy. A cacophony of shouts and cheers shook the stone walls, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and sweat. Flickering torches cast uneven shadows, making the faces of the crowd dance in and out of the darkness. Coins clattered against the dirt floor as men and women pressed forward, hungry for spectacle.Lian stepped through the heavy iron gates, chains dragging behind him with a dull metallic scrape. His dark cloak was soaked and heavy, clinging to his tall frame, and a silver mask hid every expression on his face. The crowd fell into a stunned hush, then murmurs bubbled up like wildfire.“Who’s that?” a grizzled man whispered.“New slave, I bet,” another answered.“No… look at his eyes. Something’s different,” a woman said, her voice low but sharp.The masked figure didn’t answer. He lifted his head slowly, revealing nothing but those piercing, stormy eyes. He stared directly at the scarred giant waiting for him in th

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