Chapter 268
Author: GRACE
last update2026-09-18 23:13:01

The sharp, loud crack of Silas Kapito realigning Marcus’s spine echoed through Medical Ward 1.

Marcus screamed into the white pillow, his body arching violently off the bed. Then, he went completely limp. The pillow fell from his mouth. He let out a long, shuddering breath.

Silas slowly pulled his bloody, tungsten-dense fingers out of Marcus’s back. He grabbed a clean white cloth and pressed it gently over the wound to stop the bleeding.

The clean, white room went absolutely, totally silent.
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