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Chapter 44: Betrayal Begins
Author: Pure moon
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Deep within the fractured realms beyond the veil, where rivers of liquid flame carved canyons through obsidian mountains and skies burned eternal crimson, the hidden transmission arrived.

It pierced the barriers like a needle through silk—silent, precise, carrying the unique signature of the black remote. In a vast throne chamber carved from the bones of fallen titans, the signal manifested as a swirling vortex of violet light above a central altar. Shadows coalesced around it, forming tendrils
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