CHAPTER 286
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The silence after the battle did not feel peaceful. It felt wrong. It felt like a deep breath held too long by something ancient and wounded.

Caster pushed himself up from the broken ground, his body trembling with pain. Dust settled slowly around him like falling ash. Every time he inhaled, it felt like the air itself resisted him.

He touched his ribs and winced. His hands came away stained with blood and thin streaks of dark void energy. His body was barely holding together, and the Skell Pl
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