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Royal Blood Pact

Author: G.V.STELLARIS
last update publish date: 2026-08-05 14:38:45

Maya's POV

The floor of Vulture’s Gorge throbbed beneath my boots with a thick, bitter, sickening hum. The scent of fresh blood and sulfur drifting from the plateau where Lawrence had just slaughtered Malik was swept away by a cold, foul purple vapor billowing straight up through cracks in the red rock.

Around me, the warriors of the Guard of the Luna cried out in alarm, raising their shields to form an impenetrable military wall around my position.

“Empress!” Commander Valia shouted, stepping
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