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Chapter 114

Penulis: Buellaaldama
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Killian’s POV

The silence wasn’t peace. It was a scream held underwater, a silence so loud it made my eardrums throb, a false stillness that pulsed with suppressed rage and madness. I was chained again, back in the bowels of Sebastian’s dungeon, the cold stone pressing against my skin like judgment.

But something fundamental had shifted inside me.

The illusion he’d conjured had cracked, and with it, so had some part of me.

That version of Killian—the one who once doubted if he’d ever break free, who questioned if the monster within him was his captor or his liberation—was gone.

In his place stood something sharper, forged in fire and blood.

I wasn’t waiting anymore.

I wasn’t playing his game.

I was becoming the storm he had hoped would stay caged.

The chains bit into my wrists with every breath I took, enchanted metal still humming with Sebastian’s runes, but I didn’t flinch. My skin had become numb to the pain, or maybe the pain had simply become part of my skin.

There was no sep
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