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... and ozone. Vahn Ryker stood in the shattered lobby of the Sovereign National Bank. The chaotic noise of the dying city was a stark contrast to the heavy silence of the abyssal realm he had just left.
Aria’s arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck. Her face was buried in his chest.
She was trembling. Her pristine Crimson-Lotus Vestments were completely soaked by the relentless downpour blowing through the blown-out glass doors.
Vahn didn’t care about anything else. ...
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