Chapter 322
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The room was too small for what they were about to do. Stone walls pressed close, dark and old, carved with runes that had not seen light in decades.

Candles lined the floor in careful circles, their flames low and steady, as if afraid to move. The air smelled of wax, metal, and old mana that never truly faded.

Caster stood at the center. Mirrored sigils surrounded him, etched into standing glass panels arranged in a tight ring.

Each panel reflected him back from a different angle. Some reflections looked whole. Some looked fractured. In one, his veins glowed too bright. In another, shadows clung to his ribs.

Sikoa sealed the door behind them. The sound echoed like a final lock.

Solon moved slowly, adjusting the mirrors, checking the angles, aligning the runes with a trembling care. His face was pale. His hands were steady only because he forced them to be.

“This is the last chance,” Solon said. “If you step out now, the damage you carry will not kill you today.”

Caster did not turn
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