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Chapter 139: The Price Of Being Heard
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CHAPTER 139 — The Price of Being Heard

The world did not wait for consensus.

It never had.

They felt it before they saw it—a tightening in the air, like a breath held too long. The road beyond Virellon twisted downward through slate hills and broken granite, the stones underfoot veined with old magic that hadn’t yet decided whether to sleep again.

Elliott walked at the front, not out of command but gravity. Something had shifted in how the world regarded him. The relicbound mark on his arm remained silent, yet the land seemed to lean toward him in quiet appraisal.

Mara broke the stillness. “We’re being followed.”

Kael didn’t turn. “I was hoping you were going to say that.”

“How many?” Lysa asked.

Mara closed her eyes, listening not with magic, but memory. “Enough.”

The first arrow struck the road five paces ahead of Elliott, its head glowing faintly blue where sigil-etchings caught the light.

Kael drew his sword in one fluid motion. “Ah. Old friends.”

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