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CHAPTER 194: BETRAYAL

Penulis: Lizzy Fash
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-23 19:40:01

THALRION

"Someone from my circle is about to betray me but how?

There’s a difference between chaos and control.

Most people don’t understand it.

They think chaos is unpredictable.

Wild.

Uncontainable.

They’re wrong.

Chaos follows patterns.

You just need to be intelligent enough to see them.

That’s why I don’t fear it.

I use it.

Bend it into something useful.

But betrayal?

Betrayal is different.

It doesn’t announce itself.

It doesn’t follow rules.

It creeps.

Quiet.

Patient.

Waiting for the exa
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