The Lotus Root Stitch
Author: Keatin9
last update2026-03-25 21:48:04

The night wind was torn apart by the near-silent roar of twin engines. A pitch-black stealth VTOL dropship pierced through the thick clouds, leaving the blazing ruins of The Obsidian Casino in Mirage City miles behind.

Inside the cabin, the air reeked of fresh blood.

Seraphina leaned back, gasping for air, her red gown ruined and her porcelain skin as pale as paper. Beside her, Jonathan Thorne lay in critical condition on a makeshift stretcher, hooked up to a respirator.

But the worst off were
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