Chapter 110 The Witch's Aftermath

Three Days Later,

[Rina P.O.V]

I woke to the taste of starlight and ash.

The ceiling above me wasn't the cracked stone of the Lybrrith. It was pure white marble veined with silver, humming with a low, familiar resonance. The Moon Tower's private wing. The air smelled of ozone and healing magic,...

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