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Chapter Three hundred and Forty-four
Author: Sugar boy
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The forest shifted.

At first, it was subtle—just a rustle, a sigh, the quiet rearrangement of branches. But then the change deepened, rolling outward from the clearing like a living tide. Trees twisted their trunks to bow. Roots shuddered beneath the soil, aligning themselves toward Selene. Even the air rethreaded itself, dense with an eerie, reverent silence.

Selene felt all of it.

Not as commands.

Not as obedience.

But as attention—raw and unsettling.

She inhaled shakily, still held upright by Adrian’s arms. The remnants of her power throbbed under her skin, not painful, but present—like a heartbeat that wasn’t fully hers.

“Selene?” Adrian’s voice was soft, steady, trying not to betray the concern etched across his face.

Kael stood a few paces away, blade sheathed, eyes darting around as if every flicker of movement could be a threat. But nothing in the forest moved against them—only for her.

“Look,” he whispered.

A ripple passed through the treetops, branches bending in a slow wave
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