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Chapter 89: The Subterranean Key
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... was pitch black, a terrifying, echoing throat that swallowed the crisp morning sunlight just fifty feet below the ruined tarmac.
The stale, heavily filtered subterranean air continued to violently vent upward, equalizing the atmospheric pressure of the Old World’s twelve-mile underground city with the completely sterilized surface. It sounded like the roaring breath of a dying, mechanical leviathan.
Ren stood exactly one inch above the yawning abyss, his Level 50 Abyssal Soverei ...
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