©WebNovelPub
Previous chapter:
Chapter 58: Patience Piercing Through Test Of Sincerity
Next chapter:
Chapter 60: Gratitude Kept Written Through Heaven
PREVIEW
... emble. Death rose like a tide. Void answered it.
Space split open around him. Above, dark crimson tentacles speared up past the ceiling.
The ground boiled with hands. Pale. Grey. Some still wore rings, with bits of sleeve clinging to them.
The incense altar stayed where it was. Everything else went wrong.
’I played myself.’
His debt was not paid. He knew it like a gambler watching his last coin roll away.
Then a chuckle slid through his soul.
< ...YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























