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Chapter 248: The Siren of the Void
Author: Dwinda
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Je launched himself from the floating carcass of the Leviathan. The sheer kinetic force of his jump shattered the black scales beneath his feet. He soared through the freezing, toxic rain of Tartarus, a projectile of pure, concentrated hatred aimed directly at the rusted submarine.

On the deck of the vessel, the human illusion of Rara stumbled backward, her eyes wide with manufactured terror.

"Je! Stop! It is me!" the fake Rara shrieked, raising her delicate, flawless hands to shield her face.
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