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Aihi
A violet flicker pierced the dungeon’s darkness.
Aihi had spent far too much time in the Warlock Cells over the past two jun. Still, every time she came to the dungeons, her skin turned cold with apprehension. At least this time she wouldn’t have to face Lacotl, who otherwise haunted her every sleeping and waking moment. His sickly, singsong voice always rang in her head, warning her that time was running out. That she had to play his game and find his next victim before it was too late.
Today, she focused instead on another enemy: the corrupted aki within these same walls.
Ahead, Mika stalked toward the corrupted ki and the only source of light. Aihi hurried to follow. Years ago, the dungeons were filled to the brim with cold-blooded murderers. Rapists. Thieves. The dangerous
