Chapter 173 The Dragon, the Beast and the Puppet King

Azerath

The night air struck my face like a wave.

With desperate beats of my wings, I climbed above the Penitentiary, leaving shattered stone and furious shouts far below. Every stroke carried me farther from Vaelric's reach.

I hated to admit it, but the Emperor was formidable.

He possessed ...

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