The Altar of Ascension
Author: Sage_Ryuuzen
last update2026-04-01 15:03:09

The night air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and the electric hum of an approaching storm.

I was hovering aimlessly over a stagnant pond, my wings beating in a restless rhythm.

To anyone else, I am just a nuisance in the dark (that's actually true though). Anyway, I was an anxious mosquito counting the seconds until midnight.

​In the hollow space where my stomach used to be, I felt the weight of the prize: the Crimson Tax. The blood of that monster Roy was still warm within me,
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