Chapter 100: The Captive Beast's Awakening

Elora's POV

The wind of the Eternal Night City had never known warmth.

I sat on the terrace with my chin propped in my hand, staring at the distant moon—massive, withered, and crimson. The obsidian spires of the castle pierced the dark violet sky like blades thrust toward the void: cold, sharp, ut...

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