Chapter 272 Spatial Rift
“Lord Mortimer, what's the matter?” Mirabelle, in a state of obvious anxiety, asked urgently, her voice laced with clear worry.
Mortimer's face was as pale as paper, his breath weak. He seemed to have aged by a decade in an instant.
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