Chapter 619
Author: Joseph Louis
last update2026-07-06 00:04:23

He was behind it.

The sword.

He moved to the next one before the third figure was fully down.

………………..

The fourth and fifth figures were together, not because the ring had positioned them together but because the fourth had moved toward the fifth in the time since the first two had gone down, the instinct of things that have seen a predator moving to group with another of their kind.

He went at the gap between them.

Not at either of them individually, at the space between them, the specific nar
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