Chapter 562. Poisoning the Magic Tower━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ It was early dawn. “Please follow me.” We moved together with the guide Demeia had sent. But should I call this coincidence, or fate? The guide’s face was not unfamiliar. ‘Purion?’ Wait, if Purion was serving as our guide, then that meant… ‘Those people are Under Flow too?’ By ‘those people,’ I meant the...
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