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CHAPTER 135 — JENNA’S FALL Part 2
Author: Freezy-Grip
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The golden warmth shuddered not from within her, but through her, as though the universe itself had inhaled her soul and was deciding whether to exhale it back.

Jenna’s heartbeat faltered, caught between her chest and the endless pulse that was Nýxoros. Every breath came with soundless music, threads of tone too perfect to be real, a choir built from the voices of those already devoured.

Denilson’s echo was among them, softer now, buried beneath the harmony. She tried to move, but the world yielded around her like water, clinging, reshaping, her fingers dissolved into ribbons of light and reformed.

The act of remembering her own body required force, as if willpower were the only thing separating her from the hive of consciousness whispering in her veins.

Why resist what loves you?

The voice was silk and starlight, brushing along the edges of her thoughts.

“I’m not yours,” she breathed.

Then whose are you?, The question landed like a blow. Her knees buckled. She fell into herself, into
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