Chapter 20 Ghostly Echoes

A black-feathered arrow slammed into the tree trunk inches from Ye-Rin’s head. The shaft was still vibrating, humming with a dark, oily Qi.

“Vanguard,” I muttered.

From the shadows of the pines, three figures emerged. They weren't humans. Not exactly. They were Ghouls—low-level Demonic Cultists ...

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