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Chapter 96: The Shadow Audit
Author: Duekki
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Lin Feng's POV

The administrative dashboard of the High-Spires Academy was flashing an ugly, unprompted crimson in my left eye.

I sat cross-legged on the cold floor of the central control nexus, I was still with the iron chains on my wrist.

Ever since the library exploded into that diseased silver beacon, the local mana grid had been acting like a leaking pipe in a monsoon. The [Weeping Domain] was intact, and my [Mana-Vore] passive was still drawing ambient energy from the bedrock, but the le
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