Chapter 49: The Spire's Dying Heart

The Magister’s mental voice, cold and avaricious, still echoed in my mind as the beam of black ice magic lanced down from the compromised ceiling. There was no time to analyze, no time for fear to fully take root. Instinct, honed by Eliza’s teachings, Lyra’s relentless drills, and the sheer desperat...

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