CHAPTER 135 Sealed by Blood and Bite

Maverick

Master Sengal stood, robes flowing around him like liquid gold. His bald head gleamed in the firelight, and his eyes—so piercing, so calm—measured each of us in a single glance. There was no hurry in him, no false courtesy. He simply waited, a sentinel of centuries.

“Come,” he said, ste...

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