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... ining like tree roots. The air thickened as Ikem’s divinity seeped through the Apeling’s body, sharpening his senses a hundredfold.
Every heartbeat, every twitch and every micro-expression.
The officials felt the pressure of that gaze, a godling’s perception intensified to the level of an inescapable truth-scan. They tried to keep still, masks neutral, spines straight. But the Apeling wasn’t looking for confessions.
He was watching the involuntary reactions amd whisper of ...
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