Chapter 107: Piles of White Bones, Basement Horror
Words : 1996
Updated : Mar 14th, 2026
Quiney Manor.
Two young men battled across the grounds. Wherever they passed, the soft lawn was torn up and the landscaped trees snapped like brittle twigs.
"Pierce Looske, you have to die! Hahaha!"
Jamie Quiney's eyes were flooded with bloodshot red. Black mist boiled off his body, twisting around him as his face contorted into something feral and unhinged.
He snatched a fresh saber from a guard and hacked wildly. With every swing, vicious blade arcs screamed through the air, ripping forward...
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