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Chapter 221: The Last Page of the Covenant

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 00:17:01

The mud of Sanctuary Zero didn’t just feel cold; it felt like a grave that had been waiting for my heartbeat to slow down for seven years.

I tried to lunge for Leo, my human fingers clawing into the frozen slush, but my muscles were a network of atrophied, screaming wires. My left arm—the one that had held the power to shatter gods—hung limp and useless against my ribs, the raw skin weeping a thin, pale gold fluid that mixed with the gray filth of the camp.

I wasn't a Queen. I w

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