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Chapter 45 – Royal Blood at Odds

Shawn whispered, his voice tight, a bead of sweat forming at his brow. “He knows why we’re here… and he can sense it.”

Makara and Selena froze, their gazes slowly shifting toward Prince Aerion, who stood tall and unshaken. The prince’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, his suspicions confirmed. Slowly, with a deliberate elegance, he raised his hand, signalling with a flick of his wrist.

Suddenly, the rustle of wings shattered the stillness. The forest canopy seemed to waver like a mirage before snapping back, and from that vision a flock of massive eagles plunged toward them at startling speed. Their talons gleamed in the broken shafts of light as they descended, wings slicing the air with a storm-like whoosh that filled the clearing.

“Move!” Shawn shouted, leaping backwards in a swift dive, narrowly dodging the razor-sharp talons of the first eagle as it swooped past him. He hit the ground