Jared clasped Lyra's slender hand.
Warmth pulsed from his palm, running straight to her heart. A tremor fluttered through her fingers before she could hide the response.
He carried the Pentacarna Tower to a secret grotto cut Into the rear mountain of the Sword Sect, certain no sentry would ever find, let alone guard, the place.
A stone door sealed the cavern. Flowing runes curled across its surface, carrying an ancient and heavy aura. Few in any realm could force that door to yield.
"Inside this tower, one day equals a hundred beyond these walls. We can cultivate undisturbed," Jared said, voice low yet steady.
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