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Chapter 113

Author: VJ
last update publish date: 2026-06-14 23:58:36

CORALINA'S POV

The sweet, heavy scent of spiced berry wine and roasted venison drifts down from the upper terraces of the Frost-Hearth, but I have traded the victory feast for the crisp, biting air of the lower mountain valleys.

Following my triumph in the boiling waters of the Moon-Mirror, the traditionalist elders have been thoroughly humbled, their loud protests replaced by quiet, terrified submission. But true peace is a luxury our newly integrated empire cannot yet afford. While the upp
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