Chapter 77: Myriad Blood Refines the Dead-Jefferson's Fury
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Updated : Oct 11th, 2025
The moment Gregory spotted the cave mouth, he surged upward without hesitation. He leapt into the air, hooked his fingers over the rim, and hung suspended.
A thick stench of blood slammed into his face-so foul it nearly made him retch.
"Careful, captain!" Giselle called from below, her voice tight with concern.
Gregory drew a breath, braced his midsection, and wriggled into the opening. The shaft pressed in on all sides; it was a narrow tunnel angling upward, and he had to brace his arms constantly...
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