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Chapter 71. The Serpent’s End.
Author: Hencho
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Rhok slept.

Or at least, that was what his body was doing. Because somewhere else, far far from his tent and the real world, his mind drifted.

He didn’t have a body anymore. No arms, no legs, not even eyes. Yet, somehow, he could feel and sense everything around him.

There was no air. No ground. No up or down. Just an empty void, silent, cold, vast and unending.

And then… he could see cracks in the cast void itself.

Lines of gold split across the darkness like glass breaking in slow motion. Each crack hummed like thunder, deafening and shattering, and Rhok was pulled toward the centre of it all.

Then it happened.

Like watching a planet explode in reverse, he saw a world tearing apart. And in the middle of the shattering space, eight beings floated in a ring. They weren’t human. They didn’t even pretend to be. Each one had a different shape. One looked like a massive bird with wings of white fire. Another looked like a giant armoured knight, its body made of stone and metal. One was ju
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