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CHAPTER 94: The Lie

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-19 00:03:57

POV: Barzil

Lying to a King was treason. Lying to a God was heresy.

But lying to a monster who wore the skin of both? That was simply survival.

I stood in the center of the Celestial Spire’s throne room. My boots planted on the transparent glass floor that looked down upon the storm clouds.

Behind me, the Vanguard stood in formation—Viggo a statue of suppressed rage, Wolfy a pillar of ice, Guller a shadow, and Neoma... Neoma was the void itself. Silent. Unreadable.

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