Chapter 110 Sudden Attack

"Isidore, don't," I wheezed, my voice a broken thread. "You’re too weak."

He didn't listen. He stepped in front of me, his white robes a ruin of crimson, his silver eyes fixed on the smoke clearing at the entrance.

Ignatius was the first through the wreckage. He didn't look like the man who had he...

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