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Night has come

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Read spirit-contract if you enjoyed this book The sky darkens the moon rises alongside a seemingly hollow orb as the ring of a bell can be heard. subjects of Azaroth rush into their homes. No one dares to remain outside for night............has come. captured and sold into the oros slave cavern, utsuro saisei had known nothing but the weight of chains and whip of the slavers against his flesh. ​But tonight, the routine of torment was broken by whatever was waking in the dark above. The temperature in the slave cavern plummeted, turning the breath of hundreds of prisoners into frantic plumes of mist. A suffocating silence fell over the pits. Then came the sound—not of the slavers' whips, but a low, rhythmic scratching against the cavern roof, as if the night itself was trying to dig its way inside. Utsuro narrowed his eyes, bracing himself for a horror far worse than the chains. Slavery was a nightmare Utsuro thought he understood. But when the night itself tries to dig its way into his cell, he is forced into a brutal fight for survival against an ancient horror that defies reality. In the end, he survives, only to wake in a place far worse than any other... The void. In an unfavorable situation, he makes a desperate alliance with an ancient entity.
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