Previous chapter:
Chapter 128: Breaks First
Next chapter:
Chapter 130: Storm Silence
PREVIEW
... e, but from deliberate design—reinforced hinges molded from iron and bone, etched with markings too ceremonial to be practical. He stepped out without urgency, boots brushing against the blood-streaked stone, his coat swinging just behind his stride like it hadn’t known hesitation in years.
The air was still carrying death.
But he didn’t flinch.
Ahead, in the dim halo of the courtyard torches, five figures stood spaced but unified—Amari at the front, Kusarigama tucked loo ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























