Chapter 45 The Witch's Scythe

The next day,

[Rina P.O.V]

The morning air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the metallic tang of the ten percent Soul Erosion still gnawing at my chest.

I smoothed the front of my red Ignis uniform. The heavy, high-collared fabric was stiff, smelling of new wool and expensive enchantm...

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