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Forty Eight : Eye of the Betrayal
Author: Tyna Morrin
last update2025-10-19 01:39:48

The sky hadn’t healed.Though the storm had faded, its scar remained, a faint golden shimmer running through the clouds like veins of light refusing to die.

The earth still smoked, the air still hummed with divine residue. Every breath burned.

Kael stood at the edge of the ruined battlefield, Aelira a few paces behind him. Her wings hung limp, feathers singed and half gone, but her eyes never left him.

He hadn’t spoken since the heavens closed.

The crimson seal on his chest pulsed faintly, its glow sickly, uneven. Each pulse seemed to echo the rhythm of something else, something watching.

Then he heard it.

A sound that wasn’t a sound. A whisper slithering through the crack between silence and thought.

“Still chasing ghosts, Kael Draven?”

His head snapped up.

The clouds shifted, and there he was.

Not fully formed, not bound by flesh or time, but visible enough to make the world itself recoil.

The god’s outline shimmered above the horizon, robes woven from starlight, eyes brighter than
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