Chapter 138

"Gloz," Micah whispered, his voice barely audible even in the stillness of the cell. His lips formed the name like a sacred incantation, and his eyes remained fixed on Gloz's figure.

Gloz's face was etched with weariness, bearing the scars of a thousand battles and the weight of a thousand sorrows. His eyes, once filled with vigor, had now grown dim, but they still held a spark of resilience.

As Gloz's gaze met Micah's, something remarkable happened. A subtle transformation overtook Micah's features, a metamorphosis of emotions. At first, there was disbelief, as if he couldn't quite fathom that it was really Micah who was before him. But then, like a sunbeam breaking through stormy clouds, a radiant smile crept across Micah's face.

In that moment, a torrent of emotions flooded through Micah, relief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It was as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, replaced by an unshakeable resolve.

"Gloz? Is that really you?
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