Chapter 135 The Puppet And The Master

• The forest was eerily silent, the usual symphony of night creatures absent as if they, too, feared what lurked in the shadows. Moonlight spilled through the branches, casting ghostly shapes on the ground as Xavier, Diego, and Fiona stood in tense formation. A damp chill clung to the air, thick with the scent of earth and distant rain. Henry rested against Xavier’s chest, his breathing shallow but steady, his face pale in the dim glow.
• The battle for his soul had been fought—but the war was far from over.
• Fiona’s golden eyes flickered toward the horizon, unreadable. "We don’t have much time before Lyra strikes again."