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CHAPTER 61: THE SHATTERED SHIELD

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-21 15:09:06

ELENA'S POV

​"It’s going to bury the lower ring!" Silas shouted, his human voice barely carrying over the apocalyptic thunder echoing through the canyon. He grabbed a handful of retreating warriors, trying desperately to push them back into the fortress courtyard. "Fall back to the interior vaults! Get inside!"

​"There is no time to evacuate the caverns!" I screamed, my voice cutting through the panic like a jagged pane of glass.

​I didn't run toward the shelter of the heavy iron fortres
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