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Chapter 141 — “The New Voice of Nýxoros.”
Author: Freezy-Grip
last update2025-10-21 21:38:04

There was no light at first, only pressure. Not the kind that crushes flesh or bends bone, but a pressure against thought itself the unbearable weight of being seen from the inside out.

Jenna tried to breathe, but the act had lost meaning. The air she drew in wasn’t air, it was memory: the echo of things that had once been her. Her lungs filled with it, childhood laughter, grief, the smell of smoke after her first fire mission.

Denilson’s hand pressed to her heartbeat in the dark. Each inhale rewrote her. The abyss whispered, not from above or below, but from within her ribs. You are safe, little fracture. Do not fight. Let the new symmetry take you.

Her body flickered. Every heartbeat became a stutter of worlds, her skin fracturing into light and knitting back into form. She could see the molecules singing, rearranging. She could hear her own name burning away.

“J, Jenna”

The word broke halfway through, collapsing into static. The thing inside her smiled through the tremor.

That soun
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