Chapter 45 The Gauge and the Green Spark

Jasper's Pov

The air was still thick with the metaphysical residue of the Fear-Roar. We were huddled in a shallow, sheltered indentation in the mountain rock, protected from the biting wind.

Lyra, the Support, was silently tending to my minor scrapes, her gaze still distant, focused on the horr...

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