Chapter 87: The Hollowed and the Reckoning

Sophia

The Hollowed moved like smoke held in skin.

Limbs snapped and reformed with every step, their shapes a mockery of bodies once divine. I could hear no voices, only the scraping rhythm of claws against ash. Every part of me screamed to run.

But I didn’t.

Because the Ashborn stood between...

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