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Chapter 112 - Elemental Sigil.
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... ime since Kael had met her—since the moment she had descended like an ancient myth given bark and breath—the World Tree stood utterly silent.
Her hand hovered in the air where Kael’s sigil had been, fingers faintly trembling.
’This... makes no sense.’
Dragons were constants.
Eiravel had watched them rise, watched them fall, and memorized their patterns, just as one memorizes the seasons. She knew what they could do and what they couldn’t.
And Kael was brea ...
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