Childhood Friend Of The Zenith – Chapter 948

Rattle… A surge of dust rises. There isn’t much wind, but the air pressure is artificially generated. Craack. Cracks split across the floor. What began as a slow fissuring spread wider and wider, without end. The problem wasn’t just the cracking. Hissssss—!!! The floor had begun to char black. And all of it radiated from the tip of a woman’s...