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Chapter 11: Sand, Storms, and the Second Harbinger
Author: Grep-pens
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The dunes stretched endlessly. Burning sun above. Roaring winds all around. Beneath the sand lay the Ruins of Sha’tarai, an ancient city swallowed by time and buried under myth.

And within that forgotten place, she awakened. Her body trembled as power surged through her veins, cold, humming, relentless. Her eyes glowed the color of dying stars: voidsilver.

Her name was Nara of the Hollow Moon. She had been a healer. A desert-born seer. A quiet figure in a forgotten tribe. But something had found her, something ancient, in her dreams, in her silence, in her soul. The god’s whisper still echoed in her mind:

"He has slain the first. You are next. Rise... Harbinger of Despair." Alan stumbled into the light of day, Kaela supporting him. Behind them, the Pillars of Origin began to seal once more. The trapdoor to that sacred chamber groaned shut, veiled in new glyphs carved by Lioren’s exhausted magic.

Lioren followed them out, sweat-drenched and visibly drained.

“We can’t stay in Elaron muc
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