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The Wrath's Awakening

Penulis: Odunayo
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-26 05:07:56

CHAPTER 109: THE WRAITH’S AWAKENING

The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a widow isn't just a woman who has lost a husband; she is a woman who has been forced to become her own shield, her own sword, and her own judge. I stood in the center of the Waste-Sector, my knees buried in the radioactive mud, staring at the white flare that was still burning a hole in the charcoal-grey sky over the refinery. The silence in my head was a physical weight—a hollow, echoing cave where Dante’s heartbeat used
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