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Chapter 832 What It Means To Be An Immortal
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Every breath he took was rhythmic, slow, and deliberate as he embraced the chilling embrace of death that lingered in the air. He felt each tendril of darkness coiling around his form like ancient serpents, filling his bones with mana long forgotten and lost to time.
Yet something else clung to the air—echoes of souls. Tens of thousands, perhaps even more. They lingered in twisted agony, suspended in the veil between realms, their cries too faint to be heard by ordinary e ...
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