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Chapter 70: The Crimson Helot
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... bbled into existence.
The five figures standing at the border of the shrine’s consecrated ground no longer resembled anything that could be called human.
Their presence began to distort the geometry of the air around them, the vertical ridges of their robes twitching with independent muscle, their fused masks pulsing faintly like breathing wounds carved from metal.
Their arms trembled once, then twice, the hundreds. Bones split down the center. Fingers folded inward. Vein ...
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