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Zarek

“Dark magic is here!” Frayva announces.

“Yeah, no shit, Frayva,” I snap, but I pause when I see the look on her face. She’s not scared—she looks impressed.

The silence... or the sudden change in atmosphere... I don't know which one worries me more.

The mist in the air thickens as we all wait for whatever is coming. The silence stretches on, the waiting even longer, and it makes us restless.