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Chapter 22: The Crimson Pact
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Where once stood ancient walls carved from crimson stone, now only fragments of memory drifted in an endless void. The sanctuary—a monument to forbidden rituals that had stood for millennia—had been obliterated as easily as smoke dispersed by wind. The crimson walls had crumbled into nothingness, leaving behind only the bitter taste of sulfur and the weight of something far more sinister.
The air itself had become hostile, thick with sulfur that burned the lungs and echoes that ...
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