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Chapter 399: Dragon Shadow



Chapter 399: Dragon Shadow

Lyerin’s voice was low but firm as he gestured to the Pig Orcs and the girls. “Move. Quietly. No sudden movements. We don’t want to draw any attention.”

The girls exchanged nervous glances but obeyed without a word, their breaths shallow as they followed Lyerin’s lead.

The Pig Orcs, usually loud and lumbering, somehow managed to soften their steps, their movements surprisingly coordinated and subdued. Every sound seemed magnified in the tense silence—the crunch of boots on the ground, the faint rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze, the distant chirping of unfamiliar creatures.

Corora clutched Maria’s hand tightly, her eyes darting around. “Why does it feel like the entire island is… watching us?” she whispered.

“Because it probably is,” Lyerin replied curtly, his eyes scanning the terrain ahead. “Keep moving.”

The tension hung thick in the air, each step feeling heavier than the last. The girls walked in single file, their faces pale and their hearts pounding. Sophia stumbled over a loose rock, letting out a faint gasp, but Lyerin shot her a warning glance before she could make any more noise. She nodded quickly, biting her lip to suppress any sound.

As they moved deeper into the dense foliage, the rumbling beneath their feet grew softer but didn’t entirely fade. It was as if the very earth was alive, pulsing faintly with energy, a constant reminder that danger loomed just out of sight.

Lyerin suddenly raised a hand, signaling them to stop. Everyone froze in place, their eyes wide as they waited for him to explain. He crouched low, his head tilted as though listening for something. The Pig Orcs mimicked his posture, their massive forms eerily quiet as they crouched beside him.

“What is it?” Fiona whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lyerin didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering to the sky. The faint rustling of wind grew louder, carrying with it a sound that made everyone’s blood run cold—a low, rhythmic whooshing, like massive wings cutting through the air.

Natalie’s eyes widened. “Is that—”

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