Chapter 28
Author: Odessa
last update2026-09-09 20:56:16

The narrow stone pass opened up into a wide, eerie basin where the shadows stretched out like ink spilled across old parchment.

Dimas urged the stubborn donkey forward, his light-up sneakers flashing a bright, obnoxious blue against the gray dust of the canyon floor.

He slid off Gary’s back with a muffled grunt, his legs trembling from hours of awkward animal riding.

Mei Lin stepped past him, her sword halfway out of its scabbard, her eyes scanning the cracked earth and the massive stone struct
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