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... orest, her paws barely disturbing the frost-covered ground as she darted between the trees. The scent trail was faint but distinct, clinging to air like smoke after a fire.
It was the scent of a Chosen—Ingrid’s scent.
She had learned something during her time with Eli:
Chosens carried a unique signature, not just in their mana but in their very essence. It was sharper, cleaner, and radiated with a faint pulse that ordinary goblins lacked.
Once she recognized it, t ...
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