Chapter 222: The Yogurt Mural

Lya straightened up, her posture rigid, her eyes blazing. A pulse of magic rippled around her, distorting the air as if the temperature had risen by several degrees in an instant.

“Drake,” she said in a voice disturbingly calm, “if there was a single naive brain cell left in your skull, it just die...

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