HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
Hindi lang ito basta isla—it was a graveyard, and every restless spirit here wore my face.
Napadpad kami sa dulo ng hilagang bahagi ng isla, pilit na tumatakas mula sa mga anino ng gubat. My breath was shallow, bawat hininga ko ay may kasamang lasa ng abo. Dante was dragging me through the thick mud, his obsidian arm sparking violently, making a low, dying hum that echoed the fear in my chest.
"Dante, kailangan nating tumigil," I gasped, my voice cracking. "I... I can't breathe."
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