Chapter 22: [Temple Of Sacrifice?]
The sealed room seemed to shudder.
From the shadows, Yue’s voice echoed back—cold, triumphant, almost amused:
"Oh yesssssssssssssssssssss"
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After some time, Yue and Kael sat side by side on the altar, both drowning in the aftermath of terrible life choices.
Kael had the sword resting on his lap—more like a crimson-hot katana than any elegant weapon.
He should be happy, right? Nope.
Instead, he was now the prime target for every lunatic who thought he was the villain in a story he didn’t even audition for.
Yue sat beside him, probably should be relieved to finally be free from this place. But no—now she was shackled to a rank 1 magician.
A rank 1.
The kind who barely knows a fireball from a fancy light show.