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CHAPTER 88: The Site Comes Down

Penulis: Blue Sapphire
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-28 21:48:19

The concrete didn’t just crack; it screamed.

A high-pitched, agonizing groan tore through the subterranean chamber as the primary load-bearing pillar fractured from base to crown. Dust fell like grey snow, blinding and thick, choking the air until every breath tasted like copper and old blood.

Kian didn’t hesitate. He dropped his blade, the metallic clatter lost beneath the roar of descending masonry.

"Ivy!"

The name ripped from his throat, raw and stripped of everything except absolute terror.
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