Chapter 41: The Turning Point
Gwen The eerie stillness that followed the battle with the crocodile felt almost louder than the chaos that had come before. My ears rang with the echoes of the creature's final scream, and my chest heaved with every breath. The spire loomed before us, cracked and pulsing faintly like a dying ember. But it wasn’t over—not yet. Peter’s arm rested heavily across my shoulders as I helped him steady himself. His dagger dangled loosely in his hand, its glow dim but still present, like a faint heartbeat. Hook stood beside us, his sword stained with the dark ichor of the creature, his expression unreadable. “We’re close,” Peter said, his voice hoarse but resolute. “The spire’s the key. Whatever corruption is left—it’s inside.” Hook shot him a sharp look, his lips pressing into a thin line. “A
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