Chapter 155

The journey toward the Shimmering Spires was unlike any they had faced. Unlike the dense jungles or barren wastelands, the path leading to Aelara’s domain was eerily silent, the air thick with the oppressive sense that they were being watched. The architecture of the city that loomed ahead was breathtaking—towers of glass and metal that shimmered in the distant sunlight, reflecting the world in warped, fractured patterns. It was a city built on illusion, and the closer they got, the more the land seemed to twist around them.

“We’re not alone,” Charlotte muttered, her hand instinctively reaching for her bow. She scanned the horizon, her eyes narrowing as she tried to pierce the strange gleam that seemed to distort everything around them.

Dexter felt it too. The weight of unseen eyes bearing down on them, the constant pressure of something just out of reach. “Stay alert,” he warned, though he wasn’t sure who he was warning more—his team or himself. The closer they got, the more reality
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