Chapter 42
Author: Annie. Natt
last update2026-07-17 22:28:08

The silence of the deep tomb was absolute, yet it vibrated with a sickening, high-frequency hum.

Above them, a million tons of collapsed Manhattan bedrock and pulverized concrete—the protective ceiling Lucian had brought down to seal the trench—did not crumble. It didn't cave in.

Instead, the stone began to turn translucent.

From the center of the dark cavern, Lucian looked up. Through the solid stone, he could see the silver silhouette of the First Apostle descending. The entity was not diggi
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