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Chapter 261: The Remains
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... was drawn.
The moonlight bled through the skylight above the throne chamber, pale and cold, casting sharp silver against the blackstone floor. Lucifer sat slouched on the crescent throne, cloak spilling down the armrest. His crimson eyes burned faint, fixed on the map hovering in front of him, a web of realms marked with threads of power.
The map pulsed. The adversaries moved. The Progenitors gathered. The war was no longer a rumor.
Soft footsteps broke the stillness. ...
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