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Chapter 45: The King’s Gambit

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last update publish date: 2026-05-10 15:01:31

The air in the Southern Spire didn't smell like home anymore. It smelled of ozone and melting metal. Malachi felt the liquid gold seeping into the obsidian foundations like a hot poison, turning the very stone he had spent a century enchanting into a weapon against him.

His boots were fused to the glass-floor, and the two Celestial Inquisitors were closing in, their golden staves humming with a red light that felt like needles piercing his brain.

“Not today,” Malachi hissed, his voice a guttura
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