You see the light of long dead stars. Your existence is nothing but an echo of a dying god's screams. The unseen converges. Surrounds you. And it tightens like a noose.
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Thanks for this chapter even with your current busy schedule = )
I like this. Thanks for this work =3 . Hits all the right spots with the current state. Buut noow i doont haave anny iddea off whhat too wrrite neext
I laughed to as he called for the emergency conclave [img=recommend]
Oh no 🤣🤣🤣
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Webnovel kinda has almost no ff for worm... Kinda sad...