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Chapter 62: Trapped Between Monsters
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... the ancient ruins, each step soaked in blood, sweat, and dread. The once-smooth walls were cracked and veined with blackened roots, and overhead, the ceiling moaned as if bearing the weight of centuries. Faint flickers of torches provided the only light, their flames struggling against the suffocating darkness that clung to every surface.
The group moved in silence. Bran’s body was draped between Leonhert and Seren, his blood seeping through the makeshift wrappings. Every breath he took ...
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