Chapter 20 Physiological Rejection and Silver Nail Whip

Elara's POV

At the top of the priest tower, the eerie green sacrificial flames leapt wildly.

The iron hooks embedded in my collarbone tore mercilessly at my flesh with every jolt of the cart. Like livestock bound for slaughter, I was yanked off the sacrificial wagon and slammed brutally onto the ...

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