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Chapter 117: Competition Of Madness
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... bad premonition.
"The Heretic Otherworlder..." The words left her lips like acidic venom falling on wood and melting through it.
The hair on the back of my neck stood sharply, every instinct screaming of danger to come.
But before I could react or do anything, she vanished from the tree branch. All I saw was a shaking branch where she’d been. I staggered back hurriedly, thinking she was coming for me — however, I saw her on the ground already, twin silver stilettos manif ...
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