Age of Chaos (1) Abella ground her teeth, but there was nothing she could do against the pain radiating from her heart except groan. “Hhhrrrrgh…” Everyone looking at her, even Gustav’s Four Elites—who prided themselves on understanding Habitz— “Why? How?” None of them could make sense of what was happening. “Your Majesty.” They hadn’t experienced Satan’s 0.666 seconds, and even...
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