Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra
Chapter 830: Breakpoint
A paradox of sensation.
Inviting... yet directionless.
As if the sword whispered:
"Come find me."
But gave him no map.
No guide.
Just the echo. The rhythm. The hum.
And he—he wanted it.
He wanted it like oxygen.
Not for glory.
Not to rival Rowen.
Not even to prove Gerald wrong.
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