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Roar at the Nest’s Door

작가: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 게시일: 2026-10-09 13:11:01

LAWRENCE'S POV

Purge.

The word was no mere political insult—it was a death sentence for the very heartbeats that had just drunk my marrow.

Aurelius of the Western Sun Peaks stood three paces from the bed where my mate lay. His wings of pure white plasma bathed the oak beams in a pale, sterile glow—fire that smelled not of hearth or timber, but of the rotten arrogance of those who look down from ivory towers. Behind him, two Solar Paladins in silver‑threaded mantles stepped through the shattered
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