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THE ONES WHO WANT THE RIFT
Author: Karven ash
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CHAPTER 159 :

The air around the hidden rift site still shimmered with the aftershock of Billy’s trial. The Luoshen guardian’s energy hadn’t fully faded yet, and every dust particle in the chamber drifted like it was suspended on invisible strings. Billy stood in the center of the cavern, shoulders heaving, skin glowing faintly with that unstable relic-light that had begun to pulse through him ever since he barely survived the guardian’s test.

Tyla watched him carefully. Not with fear — with dread.

Because she wasn’t sure who she was looking at anymore.

And Owen?

He was pacing, muttering under his breath, mumbling calculations and curse words back-to-back like someone trying to math his way out of a nightmare.

Billy rubbed his forehead and winced. “It’s too loud in here.”

Tyla stepped closer. “The relic… or your head?”

“Both.”

Before she could respond, a faint metallic click echoed from somewhere behind the stone pillars.

Owen froze. His hand drifted toward his sidearm.

“Did you hear
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