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Chapter 41: Awaken

作者: Brainy
last update 公開日: 2026-06-06 23:59:21

Chapter 41: Writer's Pov

VENNAS

Nearly half of the small settlement in the eastern coast had been reduced to ashes.

Charred beams jutted from the earth at odd angles, while collapsed roofs rested in heaps of smoldering debris. The scent of burnt wood and scorched earth hung heavily in the air, refusing to fade.

It was a moonless night, and the dark clouds hovered the earth like an endless canopy stretching across the heavens

The wind howled through the wreckage, cold and mournful, slipping thro
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