Chapter 43
#MBTACChapter43 — The group pressed forward, their breaths synchronized with the steady crunch of leaves beneath their feet. The adrenaline from the battle had waned, leaving behind an exhausted but resolute determination. The charm in Iviel’s hand had dimmed but retained a faint glow, as if it, too, needed time to recover. “What was that portal even for?” Iviel finally asked, breaking the silence. The question had been gnawing at her ever since they left the clearing. Lyra glanced over her shoulder, her expression guarded. “It wasn’t just any portal. They were summoning something—or someone. Whoever is leading this cult isn’t going to stop with one failed attempt.” “Great,” Timothy muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Just what we need. More lunatics trying to rip open reality
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