Chapter 60 THE STROM HYDRA II

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The Hydra’s center head lunges, jaws unhinging so wide I can see the churning cauldron of acid and shadow swirling in its throat. Droplets hiss and spit as they fall toward us like deadly rain.

Time slows. My new wings, rose-gold feathers edged in living flame, flare instinctively, shieldin...

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