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Chapter Twenty-seven
Author: Sugar boy
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The wind howled across the desolate plain, carrying with it the stench of smoke and something older —something foul that no fire could burn away.

Adrian stood alone at the edge of a blackened forest, his cloak ragged and gray with ash. Behind him, the city he had saved was barely visible through the fog, a distant smear of gold and silver in the dawn light. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

Every step away from Selene felt like tearing open an old wound.

But if he stayed, the wound would fester and never heal.

There is no us, he had told her.

The words were still lodged in his chest like shards of broken glass.

He adjusted his grip on his sword, now dulled from the battle with the Master. Even faded, it hummed faintly with power — a promise of vengeance yet unfulfilled. The Master was gone, yes, but not destroyed. Adrian could feel it.

Somewhere, in the cracks between worlds, that malignant presence still lingered, whispering, waiting.

And Adrian would find him.

Even if he had to burn
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