Chapter 50 The Silent Spell

Moments later,

[Rina P.O.V]

The corridors of Aetherion were no longer a gauntlet of whispers and sneers. Today, they felt like a runway.

My black stiletto boots clicked against the polished stone with a rhythmic, predatory grace, each step punctuated by the sway of my high silver ponytail. Besi...

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