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Chapter 55: The Gear-Tooth Coronation

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 最終更新日: 2026-02-15 12:08:29

POV DARLENE

The valley of the Twelve Altars was no longer a place of worship; it was the exhaust port of a celestial engine. As the second Spire rose, the sound of grinding gears and hissing steam drowned out the screams of the Western wolves, who realized too late that their "Pure-Walker" was nothing but a beautiful casing for a soul-eating machine.

I stood paralyzed, my fingers digging into the cold, white marble that was once Eryx’s shoulder. He was a statue—a masterpiece of frozen power, hi
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