Chapter 15 Chapter 15: The Roar of the Crags

The dust from the shattered doors still hung in the air, motes dancing in the single shaft of moonlight that pierced the Sun-Chamber. Lady Isadora, flanked by her four grim-faced executioners, stood like a viper poised to strike, her silver scepter humming with malevolent energy.

"Look, indeed," ...

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