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Chapter 361: Blood Burn Fiend—Pyris Arrives?
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... nder the dim morning light, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed something far more sinister—a sharp, unhinged amusement at the scene before him. Despite his presence, no one felt him, no energy signature, no ripple in the fabric of mana. He was simply there, unseen, unfelt—watching.
The air outside the alley buzzed with life; nobles engaged in hushed conversations over lavish breakfasts, aristocrats sipping golden elixirs in expensive cafés, their whispers carrying the weight of p ...
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