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Chapter 223: Tale of bitter memories.
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"It finally subsided… well done, Venak,"

Oasis thought, few meters away, yet locked in a brutal clash of wills.

His cyan aura shimmered intensely as he caught Barnabus’s massive bludgeon with both bare hands, stopping it mid-swing.

Sparks scattered from the impact, the force creating a small crater beneath his boots.

Barnabus staggered back a step, breathing heavily, blood oozing from his cracked lips and missing teeth.

Oasis spun back.

Barnabus spat thick red saliva to the side. “It seems Delva has fallen…” he muttered, and then barked out, voice gritty,

“You’ve got a steady pack, boy. My lifelong comrades… reduced to corpses.”

He grinned wide, a twisted, broken thing. “You won’t have an easy death, brat.”

Oasis’s eyes narrowed.

The temperature around him subtly rose.

His aura flickering like flames , alive.

“I don’t even know you,” Barnabus continued, shifting slightly and adjusting the front of his trousers without shame.

“And you don’t look like anyone I’ve killed—or fucked
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