She turned and strode forward. The night was far from over. She had a shadow to reclaim—and a score to settle.
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She left the circus ruins behind, but Eryndor’s words echoed: “The Shadow Weavers are watching.” She felt their gaze in the shadows clinging to her, in the way the moonlight shunned her path. They were testing her, waiting for her to falter.
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She turned and walked out of the ruins, her crimson cloak billowing behind her. The night was far from over. Jestara had a shadow to reclaim—and a score to settle.
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Jestara clenched her fists, the light dimming as the ground stilled. “Oh, Eryndor,” she murmured. “You always underestimated me. This time, you’ll learn the hard way.”
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Jestara’s eyes blazed with fury, but her smile never wavered. “Oh, Eryndor, you always were a fool. The Key was never about power—it was about trust.”
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Eryndor’s form flickered, his shadow stretching unnaturally. “I didn’t steal it,” he hissed. “I took what was owed to me. And when you refused, I took your shadow too.”
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Jestara laughed, sharp and bitter. “The Obsidian Key was never yours to claim. It was a gift from the Shadow Weavers. You know what happens to thieves.”
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Eryndor’s hollow eyes narrowed. “I remember,” he whispered. “But you broke the pact first. You hid the truth. You kept the Obsidian Key for yourself.”
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Jestara’s eyes blazed with fury, but her smile never wavered. “Oh, Eryndor, you always were a fool. The Key was never about power—it was about trust.”
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Eryndor’s form flickered, his shadow stretching unnaturally. “I didn’t steal it,” he hissed. “I took what was owed to me. And when you refused, I took your shadow too.”
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Jestara laughed, sharp and bitter. “The Obsidian Key was never yours to claim. It was a gift from the Shadow Weavers. You know what happens to thieves.”
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Eryndor’s hollow eyes narrowed. “I remember,” he whispered. “But you broke the pact first. You hid the truth. You kept the Obsidian Key for yourself.”
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