Chapter 239

In the following days, the village buzzed with an energy that Dexter hadn’t felt in a long time. With the defeat of Umbra, the once-dreaded shadow that loomed over them had lifted, leaving behind a sense of hope and determination. However, the camaraderie and celebrations were tempered by an underlying current of unease. Dexter could feel it in the air—a sense that while they had triumphed, their victory was merely a reprieve.

As Dexter trained in the village square, the sunlight glinted off his sword, a constant reminder of the battles fought and those yet to come. He worked through a series of drills, sweat glistening on his brow, his focus unwavering. Each swing of the blade echoed his resolve to be prepared for any threats lurking beyond the horizon. Tessa and Adrian joined him, their own weapons drawn, their movements synchronized as they practiced their techniques.

“Let’s push ourselves today,” Adrian said, grinning as he lunged forward, testing Dexter’s defenses. “We need to ge
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