Tomb Of Destiny -ch. 1 Ch. 2 V0.4- By Ultrababes Better -

A thin finger traced the map’s edge, and a voice—soft, ancient, almost a sigh—whispered, “The Tomb of Destiny calls.”

(wiping rain from his jaw): “You said ‘quick survey.’ That was six hours ago. Now we’re standing in front of a wall that just hummed .” Tomb Of Destiny -Ch. 1 Ch. 2 V0.4- By UltraBabes

The stone door grinds open. Air rushes out—cold, ancient, smelling of cinnamon and iron. A thin finger traced the map’s edge, and

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