“Prophet of the Apocalypse,” Hong Dalya. Jio stared blankly down at her. Contrary to the overwhelming story, Hong Dalya’s eyes were ordinary. Two pupils dark as ink. Just human eyes you’d commonly see on the street. “You were looking for me?” “…Yes.” Groaning, Hong Dalya forced herself upright. Hong Haeya, who had been watching anxiously, started and hurried to support...
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