章 192: The Purgatory Of Flowers
But as though my soul was wrung and thrown into the deepest of hell, darkness devoured me, a foreign yet familiar one—which I doubted that this came from the Frostwrought Mirror that I haven't touched yet.
Right, this feeling was similar to those when my sanity was brought down to zero, or when I was still fully lucid in my visionary dream.
But my Sanity was still 81%, and I was in no way just falling asleep in the middle of fighting the Frostwrought Mirror.
Did another Calamity Object do this to me?
Regardless, I could only focus on what was in front of me at this moment.
Here, my eyes were exposed to a carnage of gold and billowing red.
And all I heard were screams.
"AAAAAAH!"
"They couldn't have possibly abandoned me!"
"I want to go home… I want to go home! Please! Don't drag me away from my one and only home!"
"I curse you all! You who drank the pain that I churned with glee…!"
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Shin_Ou
Shin_Ou Firstly, I apologized for those who are waiting for the hinted mass release, but I noticed that the direction and quality of the 6 chapters I've written and prepared are not sufficient.
As such, I deem that rewriting them is neccesary to give my readers the best experience possible since we are threading closer to the main theme of the story: The Concept of Identity.
I can post them and have you all paid your precious coins for 6 mediocre chapters, or I can set the mass release date for the start of the next month and ensure a better quality control for the storytelling content.
I chose the latter, so I hope that my precious readers can come to an understanding to this important decision. I hope you all a good day!
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