Chapter 52
Author: GRACE
last update2026-04-26 23:51:25

As Silas walked, the building began to change. The walls became thicker. The air became colder.

The hum of the Siphon became a roar. It was a deep, low vibration that made Silas’s silver-lattice marrow shiver. It was the sound of the planet being robbed.

He reached the "Great Hall of Augmentation."

This was a massive room with a ceiling so high it was lost in the shadows. In the center of the room was a statue. It was a statue of a man made of gold and glass. The man had his arms raised, catch
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