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Chapter 126 - 125: Strokes of Fury, Shades of Peace
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... ugh the air like invisible brushstrokes.
This time, the system space was different. It did not bloom or blaze.
Instead, it bled.
Ink poured in slow plumes across a boundless scroll that stretched beneath his feet — as if he stood atop an infinite piece of rice paper stretching into eternity.
Ink bled across the distance in long, deliberate strokes — some delicate, some furious. Others simply existed like ghosts of forgotten thoughts. The air pulsed with tension, l ...
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