C45 CHAPTER45

"No... Don't come closer... I..." Aino stuttered, her voice barely a whisper. An overpowering aura radiated from Christopher, an aura she had never experienced before. It was as if she stood in the presence of the god of death himself, the very air bristling with the specter of mortality. She could sense that Christopher meant every word he said. In the grand scheme

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