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Chapter 336
Author: Ye Above Story
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The first scream came from the east quarter of Glassview. It cut through the night like torn cloth.

Caster felt it before he heard it. The mana anchor inside his chest pulsed hard, then cold. He stopped walking. Rain slid down his face. The street around him froze. Stone cracked.

A lamp post bent, then collapsed, rust spreading across it in seconds like mold. People ran.

Their footsteps echoed wrong, stretched and warped, as if the ground could not decide where sound belonged.

Sikoa reached his side. Her hand hovered near her blade. “It has started,” she said.

Caster looked up. The sky was no longer gray. It was split. Silver clouds rolled across black space.

Light bled from the gaps, thin and sharp, like cuts in skin. Gravity shifted. Loose paper lifted, then slammed back down.

Far across the city, a tower darkened. Its mana beacon flickered, then died. Caster closed his eyes once. “Lyra,” he said.

The ground shook again. Buildings aged in seconds. Walls peeled. Iron rails bent and
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