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Warning: This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence, torture, and intense emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.
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Aelorion, Xanvoria;
Shadow Ruins, 10:30;
"Mmf!"
The instant Xi Yuan, Lu Wei, and Mo Zixuan pushed open the door leading to the staircase that spiraled down to the underground warehouse, a chilling sound greeted them—muffled groans, strained and desperate. Then came the overpowering, coppery stench of blood, thick in the air like a fog that refused to lift.
The entire place reeked of violence.
Of mercilessness.
Of something raw, unhinged, and seething.
Wrath—untamed and insatiable.
The three men paused, exchanging grim looks. Lu Wei and Mo Zixuan wore their worries plainly—eyes wide, jaws tight—as if bracing themselves for the worst. But Xi Yuan… his expression didn't shift. Not even a flicker. Only his clenched fists betrayed the storm building beneath his skin.
