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... ere, on the throne of his Baron’s estate, his legs trembled intensely and his hands were cold as ice.
His stomach growled, yearning for food that he could never taste. The most forbidden, unimaginable kind of food.
Mana. Flesh. Grotesque figures. The more hideous it was, the more Jude wanted to eat it.
He had made everything to become his menus. In return, his hunger saw everything as consumable.
Siderius stepped into this memory fragment. His silhouette was disto ...
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