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Chapter 125: The Weaver’s Chessboard
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The grand hall fell into complete silence.

The heavy smell of broken marble, energy, and dark red blood hung in the air.

Hundreds of nobles, knights, and generals lay frozen on the floor.

Their eyes were wide with shock as they watched the scene before the golden throne.

The Divine Envoy—a powerful messenger claiming to come from the upper heavens—was forced down onto both knees.

His golden staff was broken into useless pieces.

His silver robes were soaked in his own blood.

His cracked mask hung
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