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Chapter 46: The Realm That Should Not Exist
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CHAPTER 46 — The Realm That Should Not Exist

Light fractured.

Sound twisted.

Gravity vanished.

For a moment, there was no falling, no rising—only drifting through a sea of shimmering particles that pulsed with Alexander’s heartbeat. The group tumbled through the spiraling tunnel of the Nexus, the swirl of creation and destruction forming a storm around them.

Then—

The world snapped back into place.

The fall ended with a violent jolt.

Alexander hit the ground first, rolling through damp grass that glowed faintly beneath his palms. Seraphina landed beside him with a startled gasp, breaking her fall with a burst of soft golden magic.

Rowan dropped face-first behind them with a muffled, “I hate portals.”

Kael, still clinging to Lira, managed to land on his feet—before promptly collapsing to his knees.

Aramis descended last, gently floating until his sandals touched the ground.

Alexander pushed himself upright, blinking rapidly.

“What is this place…?”

He wasn’t sure if he was asking the ot
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