Chapter 116 The Witch's Labyrinth of Living Darkness

That Evening

[Rina P.O.V]

The air in the dormitory didn't turn cold.

It vanished.

One moment I sat at the edge of my bed, diagnostics failure pressing between shoulder blades like a thumb. The next - stone walls wept. Not water. Something thicker. Iron and old silence and the mineral tang of a...

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