Chapter 177 The Weight of the Morningstar

The sky over the Dreaming didn't just darken; it bruised, turning a sickly shade of violet and charcoal. The once-serene emerald mists, the very breath of the realm, were shredded by the friction of colliding divine wills, leaving the horizon looking like a jagged, open wound weeping shadow.

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