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Chapter 55 Strike first and Love later

Opal's POV

The moon hung high in the night sky, its silver light washing over the training grounds in a soft, ethereal glow. The air was crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and dew, the whisper of a breeze rustling through the trees.

Opal stood in the center of the clearing, her silver hair shimme...