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Chapter 170: The Mirage Gauntlet

Penulis: Fuyingwen
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-13 01:16:20

The Richat Structure was huge. From space, it looked like a blue eye. From the ground, it was a labyrinth of concentric rock rings, canyons, and salt flats.

Neferet's camp was set up in the center ring. It looked less like a camp and more like a futuristic gladiator arena. Hover-drones buzzed in the sky, projecting massive holographic screens for the "audience"—the Council elites watching from their bunkers around the world.

"Welcome, contestants!" Neferet's voice boomed f

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