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Chapter 63: The Wardens

Author: Timothy
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 19:32:05
The sound of grinding stone rolled through the hall like distant thunder.

​No one moved.

​The statues continued to crack apart, flakes of rock tumbling from their armor as centuries of dust drifted into the cold air. What had first seemed like lifeless monuments now revealed themselves to be something else entirely. Beneath the stone shells, pale blue light seeped through narrow fractures, pulsing with the slow rhythm of a heartbeat.

​Lucien tightened his grip on his knives. "I really miss ordin
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