Chapter 41
#MBTACChapter41 — The forest grew darker as the group trudged deeper into the cursed lands. Even with the flickering lantern Timothy carried, the shadows seemed alive—writhing and whispering, each sound raising the hair on the back of Iviel’s neck. Nimbus walked ahead, his fur bristled, his movements tense. Iviel’s heart raced, and her grip on the charm tightened. She hadn’t let it go since the battle with the shadow creatures. The energy within it pulsed faintly, almost like a second heartbeat. She didn’t understand how it worked, but something told her it wasn’t just a tool for protection. “Stay close,” Timothy murmured, his voice low and cautious. “I am close,” Iviel snapped, though her voice wavered slightly. She hated how this place brought out her nerves, making her feel small
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