C267 CHAPTER267 THE REALM OF SUPPRESSION

Sam Moreels wove through the bustling crowd, his gaze sweeping the surroundings. The entrance to the ancient ruins, shrouded in a solid white light, resembled a portal that could accommodate three to five people side by side.

"Lynphex, grip my left hand tight!" he instructed.

"Uncle Moreels, grab my right hand!" came a reply.

"Everyone else