Request: Omega's Fury: The Tale of the Shadow Sister novel Chapter 352

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The world around them moved in a blur of panic and urgency as Azriel carried Lora into the royal clinic. His heart raced in his chest, the fear of losing her gripping him so tightly he could barely breathe. Doctors were already waiting, ready to intervene, but just as they prepared to tend to Lora, something extraordinary

happened.

Suddenly, a soft, white glow began to emanate from Lora’s body, faint at first but growing stronger with each passing second. The air around them thickened with an almost tangible energy, and before anyone could react, the glowing light surged outward, creating an invisible force that pushed everyone in the room back. Doctors stumbled away from her, their faces a mixture of awe and shock, unable to comprehend

what they were witnessing.

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Azriel staggered but managed to stay on his feet, his eyes locked on Lora, who lay motionless as the ethereal light continued to swirl around her. The light intensified, wrapping her in its glow, and then, just as abruptly, it began to concentrate on her chest, where the knife had struck.

In an almost impossible sight, the knife that had impaled her was slowly pushed out by an unseen force. It rose from her chest as though lifted by invisible hands, and with a soft clatter, it fell onto the floor, the sound echoing through the silent room. Gasps filled the air, but no one moved, too stunned to process

what was happening.

Even more astonishing was what followed. Before everyone’s eyes, the deep wound in Lora’s chest began to close. The skin, which had been torn and bloodied, mended itself with the same gentle light that had enveloped her. The blood stopped flowing, and in mere moments, the wound was gone, completely healed as though it had never been there.

The surrounding glow began to fade, softening until it dissipated completely. Lora stirred, her fingers twitching slightly before she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked in confusion, her gaze sweeping across the room as if waking from a dream. Azriel, who had been frozen in place, rushed to her side, his heart pounding in his ears as he knelt beside her.

“Lora… oh, Lora,” Azriel whispered, his voice trembling with relief as he took her in his arms. He buried his face in her hair, holding her as if he could never let go. “You’re okay… You’re okay.”

Lora, still somewhat dazed, wrapped her arms around him, feeling the weight of his relief in every trembling breath he took. She rested her head against his shoulder, her body feeling strangely light, almost disconnected from the gravity of what had just happened.

Markus and Kaia were fast behind Azriel, both standing in stunned silence. Markus finally broke it, his voice filled with disbelief. “What… what just happened? How is this possible?” His eyes were wide as he knelt down, picking up the blood-stained knife that had been thrust into Lora’s chest just moments before. He turned the blade over in his hands, trying to comprehend what he’d witnessed.

Lora sat up slowly, feeling a strange calm wash over her. Her confusion began to clear, and with it came the sharp recollection of what had occurred: Alex, the confrontation, his deranged words, and then the

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Something I should have told you before, but it just slipped my mind.”

His confusion deepened, but he waited for her to explain, his hand never leaving hers.

“This,” she gestured to her fully healed chest, “this is a new ability. A gift from the Moon Goddess.”

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