Chapter 27 THE WHISPER OF THE VOID

.The black stone on the table pulsed with a sickening rhythm that Serra could feel rattling in her teeth.

​"We are coming to collect what is ours..."

​The smoky writing faded and reappeared on the obsidian surface. Dorian hovered his hand over the stone, trembling. He looked both disgusted and terri...

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