Chapter 39
#MBTACChapter39 — The aftermath of the battle left the camp in a state of uneasy quiet. The horizon was clear of any more shades, but their haunting presence lingered in the back of my mind. Nimbus perched protectively on my lap, his tail swishing as he glared at the horizon, as if daring any lingering threat to come closer. Timothy paced near the edge of the camp, his movements restless. Lyra stood nearby, her staff planted firmly in the ground as she observed me with that knowing look that always made me feel like an open book. “You need to learn to control it,” Lyra finally said, breaking the silence. I frowned, running my thumb over the shard’s smooth surface. “Control what? I didn’t even know I was using it. It just... happened.” “That’s the point,” she said sharply. “You’re c
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