©NovelBuddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 67: Inner Conflicts
Next chapter:
Chapter 69: The March To Perfect Society
PREVIEW
... tree growing from the center of the room. The soft flicker of their glow painted shifting shadows on the stone walls, lending the place an air of ancient serenity.
Seated in the middle, a man sat cross-legged with eyes closed. His presence was unnatural, vast, timeless. The fireflies swirled around him like pilgrims before a god, as if drawn to something within him they couldn’t resist.
Then—
"Whoosh!"
His eyes snapped open, piercing and cold. The fireflies scatte ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE