Chapter 43 Ashes in the Borderlands

Chapter 43 Ashes in the Borderlands

The forest was quiet again, unnervingly so. Mist clung to the ravine where the cultist’s body lay crumpled, his dagger cracked in two, its dark glow finally extinguished. Yet the silence was not peace—it was the heavy pause after violence, the stillness of the ea...

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