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....................... Author’s POV ....................... .................................... Minerva’s Compound .................................... ............................................. After The Call from Azarios ............................................. Minerva’s pulse raced, echoing in her ears, as she burst out of her cottage, her senses heightened by a surge of urgency. The tunnel stretched out before her, its dark, narrow walls closing in as she sprinted, driven by the call she had received from Azarios. The tremor in his voice sent chills down her spine, fueling her anxiety further. Azarios asked her to prepare Isolde. But what happened? What went wrong? The memory of the conversation with Lake weighed heavily on her mind as she raced through the tunnel