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Chapter 167 — The Name That Unites Worlds

Author: Queen Bee
last update publish date: 2026-06-09 21:20:08

Prague, 4:09 a.m

Dmitry remained standing in the center of the destruction, his veins still pulsing in blue and silver. His body, naked, imposing, covered in blood and light, seemed sculpted by the moon itself. But his eyes… Ah, his eyes no longer carried the fury of a god.

They were searching for something.

“Is it over?” Alexei asked, walking among the charred remains of the witches. “Because if you have any more divine transformations stored up, please warn me. My heart isn’t immortal.”

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