Chapter 83 The Witch and the Beast in the Buffet

Moments later,

[Rina P.O.V]

The stench of rotting ozone hit my tongue first, cutting straight through the heavy aroma of roasted meats filling the Bronze Pavilion.

It was a suffocating, metallic heat that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up beneath my white singlet.

My heart did a violent,...

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