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Chapter 92 – Perfect Bloom

Far above, in the endless expanse of the morning sky, a shadow cut through the drifting clouds.

A great owl soared effortlessly across the heavens, its vast wings slicing through the wind with a ghostly grace. Perched atop its back were three figures, concealed by both height and the chaos below—Shawn, Makara, and Selena.

Shawn exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the owl’s feathers as he scanned the battlefield below.

“Looks like we made it just in time,” he muttered, his voice steady despite the exhaustion lining his face. He cast a glance over his shoulder at Makara and Selena, his expression a mix of relief and disbelief.

Selena leaned forward slightly, her keen eyes locked on the surreal scene beneath them. One hand gripped the owl’s feathers for balance, but her posture was tense, alert. “Barely.” Her voice was edged with urgency. “Another minute, and those armies would’ve torn each other apart.”

Behind her, Makara