Chapter 131 The Vulture’s Banquet

Downstairs, in the shadowed bowels of the Spire, the air was thick enough to choke a human. Draven stood before Erox, the leader of the vampire cult. Erox was a gaunt, skeletal thing that smelled of wet earth and ancient incense, the kind of scent that suggested he’d spent the last century hugging t...

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