Chapter 40
#MBTACChapter40 — Night blanketed the cursed lands, casting the jagged rocks and warped trees in shadows that danced with the faint glow of our campfire. The air was thick with tension, though it wasn’t the oppressive energy of the Rift or the threat of another attack. It was something else—something unspoken. Timothy sat across from me, his sharp features illuminated by the flickering flames. His posture was relaxed, but his amber eyes were locked on me, unreadable and intense. Nimbus lounged in my lap, his purring a steady rhythm that seemed at odds with the unease bubbling in my chest. “Alright,” Lyra said, breaking the silence as she poked at the fire with a stick. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, hunted by shades and tied to a cursed shard. Seems like a perfect time for some hones
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