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Season 2-Chp 52
Author: Wednesday Adaire
last update2025-06-03 03:37:41

The boy stood at the edge of the sinkhole like he'd been waiting for centuries.

Barefoot. Calm. His silhouette caught the dying light, casting no shadow. His face didn’t wear malice, but something worse: certainty. The kind of certainty Jerome had abandoned long ago. The kind that broke kingdoms.

Jerome took one step forward. The rest followed behind him, forming a line at the pit’s rim. No one spoke immediately. The golden light below, pulsing from within the earth, wrapped their feet in an unnatural glow.

The boy smiled as if greeting old friends.

“You finally came,” he said.

Rhydan’s hands flexed at his sides. “You were in the volcano.”

“I was everywhere,” the boy said. “You just finally started paying attention.”

Jerome stepped forward again. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“And yet here I am,” the boy said. “Standing exactly where you buried your first betrayal.”

Margareth’s voice was low, sharp. “Ashiel’s not yours.”

The boy turned his head slightly toward her, curious. “Do you even kn
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