Chapter 36
#MBTACChapter36 — The aftermath of the Rift’s collapse left the cursed lands eerily quiet. The oppressive fog had dissipated, revealing a barren, cracked landscape under a pale, lifeless sky. Though the Rift was gone, the tension in the air remained. The group moved slowly, exhaustion evident in every step. Nimbus trotted ahead, seemingly unbothered by the ordeal, while Timothy stayed close by my side. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice soft as he glanced down at me. I nodded, though my legs still felt like jelly and my hands trembled. “I’m fine,” I said. “Just... drained.” He studied me for a moment longer, his amber eyes searching mine. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard,” he said. “No one would blame you if you needed to rest.” I managed a small smile. “Thanks,
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