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Chapter 330: The Flames That Speak II
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... t like smoke in an endless void, Selamira fell to her knees.
The silence was unbearable.
Black lightning cracked across the skyless expanse, illuminating the twisted spirals of obsidian that jutted from the ground like the ribs of a dead titan. The throne of darkness stood at the center of it all- cold, absolute, unyielding. And seated upon it, as if carved into the obsidian itself, was Him.
Her Master.
She had just leapt from his lap, her body bare beneath tendri ...
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