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Chapter 11: The Crimson Altar
Author: Kai Lennox
last update2025-12-20 00:57:21

The Silent Crater was a wound in the earth.

It was a massive, bowl-shaped depression, over a mile wide. The air here was no longer grey; it was stained a sickly, humid red.

Lin Jin stood on the ridge, looking down.

In the center of the crater stood a monolithic structure—a gigantic, black stone gate, half-buried in the ash. It was covered in ancient, jagged runes that hurt the eyes just to look at.

Surrounding the gate was a scene from hell.

Dozens of Blood Soul Hall disciples were busy li
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