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Chapter 348
Author: Anakin Detour
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Selena let out a low, mocking laugh that dripped with venom. She tilted her head slightly, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she circled him like a predator toying with prey.

“Don’t even think about bluffing your way out of this, Supreme General,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You’ve already lost—you just don’t know it yet.”

She sauntered a step closer, the fruit knife glinting in her hand under the dim light.

“The poison I used is called The Withering Kiss,” she whispered like it was a sweet secret. “It’s tasteless, scentless... and in the early stages, utterly silent. But once it settles in, the real fun begins.”

Her eyes sparkled with malice as she continued, “You’ll start to feel lightheaded... maybe a bit dizzy. Then comes the burning. Like your blood’s on fire. Your organs will start to shut down one by one, your muscles will lock, and your bones—oh, they’ll feel like they’re being hollowed out from the inside.”

She gave a cruel chuckle and leaned in, her voice
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