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g was wrong. The air, even too pure, wore a dull tension, as if the world around him was preparing for a battle that he had not yet seen. He c

ts direction. Every night, it became a little more real, a little more defined. Every night, he woke up in sweat, a brutal headache strik

ssait si bien. Un craquement à sa droite, léger mais distinct, attira son attention. Damien se redressa, ses muscl

écisait à chaque instant. Une femme. Il n'avait pas besoin de plus d'informations pour savoir que quelque chose d'étrange se passait. Cette présence, il la reconnaissait maintenant,

, et tout autour d'eux sembla s'arrêter. Il y avait un lien, inexplicable, inévitable, mais qui se tordait dans son esprit. Un lien

d, une énergie qu'il n'avait pas encore identifiée. Elle avait peur, mais il y avait aussi de la détermination. Et quelque chose d'e

mais il savait qu'il ne pouvait pas l'ignorer. Elle non plus. Elle était là pour lui, et

r l'odeur de sa peau. Le monde autour d'eux semblait rétrécir, comme si tout, même les éléments eux-mêmes, retenaient leur souffle. Elle leva la main, hésitant un in

y? No, an image. He lived, a silhouette almost identical to that of the woman, but she seemed different. The decor was blurred, and yet he could see h

this vision. He saw himself falling, injured, Isabelle's eyes fixed on him. An

t the imprint of fear remained. He swept the forest with the gaze, then turned slowly to the woman, who stared at him no

words escaping him before he could not m

eaking made it more vulnerable. Then, without a word, she turned away from him, backing down. He looked at her, and it

oing on ..." he wh

When she opened them again, there was a glimmer of anger and sadness in her gaze. "

was not his. He hadn't chosen it. He didn't want it. But he had no choice. He now understood that everything was wr

she said, cutting Dami

each fiber of his body. But the greatest danger was not the

fter him, aware that his world had just switc