CHAPTER 42 : ECHOES FROM THE VEIL

The wind whispered through the hollow corridors of Ironvale, cold and sharp like forgotten voices calling from the beyond. Zavian stood atop the watchtower, the Abyssal Crown resting heavy in his hands, its silent pulse echoing in rhythm with the distant tremors of the Veil.

Below him, the city sti...

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