Chapter 24 The Cost of Survival

NICHOLAS

The air was thick with tension. The scent of sweat, metal, and bloodlust clung to the stones of the arena like moss after rain. I sat on the obsidian throne, a carved monstrosity meant to reflect power, though today it felt more like a cage.

Larissa or Eiravyn, like I loved to call her— s...

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