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Chapter 208 - Restoration by Fire

last update publish date: 2026-03-27 08:55:08

(Arkael Ashborne)

The Nether was not a place so much as a refusal of place, a mouth in reality that never closed, a wound that did not bleed because it had long ago forgotten what blood was. It had the stillness of a held breath and the hunger of an open throat, a silence so complete it made the world around it sound louder by contrast. It did not roar or pulse like the living rings of Hell. It did not radiate heat like the Crucible rivers. It simply waited, black and patient, swallowing ligh
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