Rebecca, now deep within the heart of elven territory, cloaked herself in shadow. Her presence vanished entirely as she melted into the darkness, leaving behind no trace of her existence. Silence welcomed her like an old friend. Strangely, she felt no tension in her body—no fear, no anger, no weight of grief. All her pent-up stress, frustration, and aching sorrow dissipated like a distant dream.
A calm resolve washed over her.
Her mind grew clearer than it had in days. Her path sharpened before her eyes—revenge. That was her purpose. To make them pay. And then… she would wait for her destined meeting with Greg, just as his mother had foretold.
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The Titan King was training.
Each strike of his colossal fists reduced mountains to rubble. A single swing of his blade carved canyons through stone. Sweat poured down his titanic form in rivers, pooling into lakes beneath his feet. He was a walking cataclysm, the very embodiment of raw might.
Suddenly, his movement stilled.
