Beside the Altar, the hurried footsteps, freighted with an unknown peril, sounded jarringly harsh in the silent air.
Lin Xinghe’s heart hammered like a war drum. She bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to stay calm.
The mechanism triggered by Xuanying, the opening of the Netherworld Rift, the despair of watching Mother be swallowed up—all of this felt like a nightmare from which she had to wake.
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