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Chapter 321 The Statue Speaks Falsehoods

last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-05-21 00:15:08

The hand of obsidian smoke plunges through the glass, bypassing the basalt shell of my ribs to seize the high-frequency vibration of my Moonstone heart.

A greasy tide of necrotic purple code floods my system. The 14-B virus, fueled by the Silence-Weaver’s manual override, pours into my silver-mercury nerves like liquid lead.

Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

Grinding spikes in my neck joints. The stone in my jaw shudders, forced out of alignment like a tectonic plate. The Grand Hall tilts

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