Chapter 17
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The night air weighed it that pressed against my chest, thick and suffocating. The forest, usually a haven of shadows and quiet, now seemed alive with intent. Every leaf, every branch, every whisper of wind carried the faintest tremor of energy, and it all converged on one truth: the third faction was no longer observing. They were moving, calculating, testing limits I wasn’t ready to reveal.

I could feel the resonance thrumming through the threads of energy I had bound to Eron. It pulsed, coiled, pushing outward, reacting to the intrusion, amplifying in ways I had not predicted. My enhancements had kept him strong, yes but the combination of his raw potential, the threads I had woven, and the constant tension from the seal in my chest created a feedback loop and a leak.

They can sense it and I could feel them coming.

I stepped into the clearing, moonlight cutting thin beams through the canopy. The simulacrum of Eron still rested in the inner sanctum—it could withstand anything, but t
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