Chapter 34
#MBTACChapter34 — The cursed lands loomed before us, a twisted expanse of jagged rocks, skeletal trees, and an unsettling crimson mist that clung to the ground like a living thing. The air was thick and suffocating, humming with a strange energy that prickled my skin. Nimbus, who had been perched on my shoulder, let out a low growl, his fur bristling. “Stay close,” Timothy said, his voice steady as he surveyed the desolate terrain. He moved ahead of me, his posture tense and ready for anything. The others followed, their weapons drawn and senses sharp. I clutched the shard around my neck, its faint glow offering a flicker of reassurance. It felt like it was guiding me, pulling me forward through the oppressive gloom. But every step we took deeper into this place made my chest tighten
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