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The last enchantress of the underworld

Chapter 7 The serpent's lair

Word Count: 812    |    Released on: 04/06/2025

ystal decanter on his desk vibrated, and even the reinforced steel of the building groaned under the unseen pressure. Outside, through the panoramic windows overlooking the sprawling

lexing its power. It's getting stronger, faster than I feared", The deliberate centering o

looding in. Power flickers across the district. People are seeing...t

rtainty. "He's using the amulet. He's amplifying the Hung

dares to attack us on our own territory?" The insul

acing. "He's baiting you. He knows the amulet is the

ait". Dante said, his v

es on the every exit, every access point. Find

ar replaced by a grim determ

gaze intense. "You know this Silas. Where would h

ley lines, areas where the veil between worlds was thin. There was an old sub-level beneath this building...an abandoned re

..it's coming from the lower levels ". He d

beneath his jacket. Elara, despite her fear, felt a sliver of grim determination ignite within h

stronger, casting eerie shadows. The air grew colder, and the faint scent of ozon

protective magic flickering around her fingertips. "Silas....he's always been u

s, broken only by the faint, rhythmic pulse of the green light emanating from further down the hall. Strange

lowed close behind, her senses heightened, searching f

recognized as ancient containment runes__rune meant toward off dark ene

d, a knot of dread tightening

n, he kicked the door with brutal force. The hinges shrieked, and the door buck

ntensity. He held aloft the silver amulet, and the green light pulsed around from it, swirling around him like a malevolent aura. And at his feet, writhing in a

l, Elara" he said, his voice echoing in the chamber, laced wi

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