Chapter 34 Echoes of the Rewrite

The rewritten prophecy didn’t stay quiet.

I felt it in the wind—how it whispered my name with reverence and warning, like a nosy aunt who knew too much. The veil shimmered with instability, and the Flameleaf sigils pulsed with new energy, glowing like they’d just had a triple espresso.

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