2025-01-22 04:22:36Evans leaned against the nearest tree, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. The light of the shard had dimmed, but its presence lingered, a weight in the air that pressed against him like an invisible hand.
"You're not fine," Amara said sharply, her eyes scanning his pale face. She crouched beside him, her concern barely masked by her frustration. "You look like you've been dragged through the abyss.""I said I'm fine," Evans replied, though his voice was hoarse. He tried to stand, but his legs wobbled beneath him.Lorian stepped forward, his axe resting on his shoulder. "You just faced down a pack leader of shades and channeled ancient power no mortal should wield. You're not fine, lad. None of us are.""Enough," Calder interjected, his voice quiet but firm. His eyes lingered on Evans. "He’s alive. That’s what matters—for now.""For now?" Amara turned on Calder, her voice rising. "What does that mean? He save
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