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Chapter 308: The Primordial Graft

Penulis: Angela Grey
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-04 22:01:14

​The Iron Grove was no longer breathing. The black, oily sludge from the Revisionists’ attack had reached the secondary xylem, and the golden sap was curdling into a bitter, non-conductive resin. Without the Grove to filter the resonance, the Ninth Peak was becoming a tomb of cold obsidian. The Vesper refugees huddled in the lower wards, their breath visible in the freezing air as the life-support systems flickered and died.

​"The fleet is ready to jump, but we’re dragging a corpse," Vane said,
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