Chapter 120 The Witch and the Warden's Son

At Night

[Rina P.O.V]

The Vampire Archives didn't feel cold.

They felt old. A heavy, suffocating pressure that tasted of iron and centuries of trapped dust. The kind of silence that had teeth, gnawing at edges of focus as I stood in the subterranean chamber's center.

The only light came from f...

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