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CHAPTER 79: THE UNITED FRONT

Autor: Inkbyjane
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-30 20:50:06
The distant, frantic wail of baby Silas cut through the air of the war room a second time, and the world inside Marcus’s head completely detonated.

​The sound of his son's voice was a pristine, uncorrupted frequency that the dark magic parchment curse could not compute. It was the ultimate key to a lock forged in blood and soul. The maternal agony Elena radiated, combined with that tiny, piercing cry from the nursery, finally shattered the dark magic barrier. The parchment's hold ripped apart w
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