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Chapter 65: Served Meat

Author: Mahaniputna
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 09:39:31

Bima didn't wait.

He grabbed Lia and Riska's hands, dragging them with all his might away from the hole that was now emitting steam with a piercing smell. The aroma of burnt, served meat.

"That's not the smell of cooking, Bima!" Riska screamed amidst the roar of crystal structures shattering into sharp shards.

"That's the smell of those who failed to remain human!"

At the end of the dark corridor, the massive

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