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Chapter 96. The Endless Pit
Author: Trailblazer
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The air hit him like a wall.

One second Kirin was floating in eerie silence, the next thing, he was falling.

The fall ended with a brutal slam, his body hitting cracked stone with a loud thud. Dust and ash exploded outward. He rolled once, twice, before finally skidding to a stop against what felt like sharp rock and scorched earth.

Everything ached.

Every joint in his body, every nerve. His ears rang from the sudden impact as he lost balance, and he blinked rapidly to get rid of the dust and ash in his eyes. But no matter how many times he blinked, the view didn’t change.

Dark.

Not the darkness from the night, but an unnatural darkness.

Above him, the sky churned with black clouds that looked like smoke trapped with nowhere to go. They moved in slow spirals, casting sickly shadows over everything. Lightning flashed behind them, but it wasn’t the kind he knew. These weren’t clouds made from rain or thunder. These were clouds made from something he didn't know.

Ash rained down in thin,
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