Chapter 143

Arius‘s pov.

We returned to the camp, a clearing lit faintly by the dying embers of a fire. The air was too warm with the lingering scent of pine, ash, and the ever-present hum of tension. Freya was radiant—glowing with the kind of softness I had only ever seen in mortal stories, some fairy tal...

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