Chapter 16
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The Resonance Unbound

The night was restless.

Even the wind seemed uneasy, rustling through the trees with a sense of anticipation, carrying whispers of unseen forces converging on the estate. The wards I had strengthened hours earlier pulsed faintly, alert to the faintest tremor of movement, the slightest breach of intent. And yet, despite all my preparation, I felt it like something shifting deep beneath the surface.

The seal beneath my chest throbbed violently. It wasn’t pain, not exactly. It was a warning, a whisper, a resonance echoing from the core of my being, reverberating through my blood and into the air around me.

They’ve noticed.

I moved quietly through the halls, each step deliberate. Eron was still out there, somewhere in the forest, and the threads of energy I had bound around him pulsed faintly, tugged by an unseen force. The enhancements, the fortifications, the silent training and they were all responding, but not in the way I had intended.

It was subtle at first: a
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