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Ilyana wanted to call her friend by name, but a strong fist slammed into her stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. The inquisitor's rage raged. Through her pain, Ilyana was surprised at how cruel her friend had become. Is it because he is suffering? Because she couldn't return his feelings?

- You will pay for this! - the man grabbed Ilyana by the collar and approached the cliff, almost holding her suspended. The runes on the stones glowed crimson, pulsating like the heartbeat of hell.

- Your witchcraft will not help you! No one can hide from justice!

Ilyana realized with horror that she was standing on the very edge of a cliff. The left foot shuffled over the stone and hung over the abyss. Every breath felt like a stabbing pain. If the girl doesn't call his name now, she's done for.

Kyrian pulled his hand back, pushing her over the cliff. A gust of wind swirled, throwing back Ilyana's hood and revealing her facial features.

- Kirian! - The voice, hoarse with pain, was too weak
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