Chapter 20. The Rotting Heart
Author: Magetooo
last update2026-06-04 19:28:57

The maintenance corridor of the Main Alchemist Sector felt narrow, suffocating, and filled with the constant roar of high-pressure steam turbines hidden behind ivory steel walls.

Clive Collins crawled through the ventilation network, his body shrouded in the condensed black mist of Shadow Meld, absorbing every beam of light that attempted to penetrate the iron grates beneath him.

Each time the memories of Lucas's soldier surfaced in his mind, the obsidian claws of Lycus on his left
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