Chapter 8 The Witch and The Trial of Flame

Moments later,

[Rina P.O.V]

The bells of the Black Citadel had barely finished their mournful toll when the attendants moved. The black marble floor parted with a grinding sound that set my teeth on edge, and from the depths rose a massive, wrought-iron brazier.

It wasn't filled with ordinary w...

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