Chapter 253

Elodie’s POV

The air at the Boreal Slope border didn't just feel cold; it felt shattered.

It was 3:00 AM, a time when the world was supposed to be draped in the soft, heavy velvet of deep sleep.

Instead, the high-altitude wind was howling through the Ignis-Needles like a choir of banshees, whipping up needles of frost that stung any exposed skin.

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