#173
Nobody said anything at first. They just looked at each other, trying to figure out what they were seeing. The stains were scattered across the floor—not everywhere, but definitely enough to notice.
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#182
Well, that was a conversational hard left. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Nothing.
The answer? The guy standing right behind me had stabbed it. Period. End of story. And it wasn't some distortion, reality-bending situation, either.
#172
The petals felt so fragile beneath his fingers that Seojun instinctively pulled his arm back, afraid they might crumble at the slightest pressure. Delicate petals drifted down, settling on the dirty chair seat below. When he rubbed his hands together, a fine dusting of pollen clung to his palms.
#181
Andrea had no idea I was a Watched One. How could he, really? Even if he suspected that Fabio had some hidden backstory, the last thing he'd expect was me walking through his door with freshly minted divine power.
#171
"Don't say it like that, Dennis." Brown's voice had an edge to it now. "You're making it sound like Luciel threw a tantrum, demanding we hit both sites in one night."
Update!!
Hello lovely readers! If you’ve seen me yapping in the comments, I’m Ladyhotcomb, your translator for Prophet and Othergod. Updates have been slow because… drumroll… I’m getting married this month!🎉💍 Woohoo! So, no chapters until early October, but I promise…
#170
St. Montgomery Hospital was the kind of place you weren’t sure was forgotten or just flat-out abandoned. Not that the distinction mattered much. Without anyone to patch its leaks or pull its weeds, the building was losing its fight against time, same as any other.
#180
Pandomonium held the paper crane upside down, letting it dangle in the air as he kept talking.
“Don’t believe a word out of this guy’s mouth. He’s just trash-talking me to save his own skin. That’s his whole thing, always assumes whoever's winning must be on his side. Petty and no pride whatsoever.”
#169
The sky was the color of a fresh bruise. Clouds churned overhead, dark and swollen, racing across the horizon as if chasing one another. The air felt humid enough to grab by the handful.
#168
The strangest part was Seojun’s first thought when he saw the Factory Manager’s skull caved in: a flicker of regret that he’d brought pepper spray instead of salt water.