The mafia’s captive
Hallowed dogs recoiled, shadows shrieking as they dissolved in radiance.
“It’s working!” Bain shouted, firing warded rounds at the remaining cultists. Each bullet trailed white fire.
IV. The Hollow King’s Counterstrike
In the heart of the abyss, the Hollow King loomed—an anti-pillar to Elias’s light. Its antlers arched wide, dripping void. “You break my veins,” it roared. “Then I will crush your veins.”
A surge of anti-light rippled through the breach, nullifying wards, snuffing out Seraphina’s shield in splinters of black.
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