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CHAPTER 53

Author: R.Lux
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-29 05:41:12

Moana’s POV

The white obsidian altar groaned beneath my palms as a violent tremor shot up through the bedrock, rattling the marrow in my bones. Deep within the mountain, the ancient self-destruction arrays, black-flame ley lines woven into the High Court’s foundation centuries ago, screeched awake.

"Out!" Eldrick’s roar echoed above the thunder of cracking granite. He scooped up my father’s unconscious body with one arm, his other hand slamming into my waist to pull me tight against his ribs. "
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