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... ch of spells, screams, and smoke—the wind grows quiet.
Ruva slows, holding Sorin carefully in her arms. Around, the charred earth gives way to untamed forest. The air is cooler here, untouched by battle.
Then—
A ripple.
A sharp shift in pressure.
A figure descends from above in a blur of motion and golden light.
He lands silently on a jagged rock outcropping just ahead of them, arms folded, expression unreadable beneath windswept silver hair and ey ...
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