Chapter 133 Between Purity and Deception

The night wind at the peak of the old castle was biting, piercing through to the bone. But Lyla did not move. She stood at the cliff’s edge, her eyes fixed on a tiny speck in the distance—a golden shadow racing away from the ruins, away from the valley, away from her. Lysander.

He was gone.

Lyla gri...

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