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Chapter 42: The Self-Falling Book

Penulis: Rahmat Ry
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-17 21:52:40

The grip was cold, hard, and inescapable. Siron screamed as the ice-like finger bones dug into his skin, pulling him toward the widening floor crack. In the darkness of the fissure, he saw something moving, shapeless forms striving to get out.

"Siron!" Kit yelled, trying to grab his hand.

But Siron's hand was slippery with sweat and dust. Kit snatched a thick book from the floor and slammed it onto the skeletal hand. Crack! The sound of breaking bone, but the grip didn't loosen. Instead, more hands emerged, reaching for Kit's ankles.

"We have to!" Siron didn't manage to finish the sentence.

From the adjacent aisle, a sudden burst of dark energy emerged, like dense, fast-moving smoke. The energy swept over the skeletal hands, crushing them into black dust. The grip on Siron's foot instantly vanished.

A tall shadow stood at the end of the aisle, indistinct in the gloom. Not quite Morat, but not the Alaric silhouette either. The form trembled, unstable.

Run, the voice urged in Siron's he
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