Chapter Eighty
Author: Sugar boy
last update2025-09-23 05:07:50

The marshland stretched before them like a graveyard drowned in mist.

Rotten trees jutted from black, stagnant water, their twisted branches clawing at the pale dawn sky.

The air stank of decay, every breath heavy with the weight of corruption.

Adrian crouched behind a fallen log, scanning the ruined fortress in the distance.

The once-proud bastion now loomed like a corpse, its crumbling towers shrouded in creeping vines and shadows that seemed to breathe.

Crimson lights flickered within its walls, glowing like open wounds.

“Patrols,” Adrian murmured, his sharp eyes tracking the movement of corrupted soldiers along the outer walls.

“They rotate every seven minutes. Two on the north side, four on the east.”

Selene crouched beside him, silent but trembling with barely contained emotion.

The sight of this place, knowing Liora was inside, twisted her stomach into knots.

Adrian glanced at her, his voice low and steady.

“Breathe, Selene. Stay focused.”

She nodded, forcing herself to inhale
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