Chapter 133 A King’s Price

Ronan glared at Draven, his eyes tracking the black dagger as it hovered over Draven’s palm. The blade pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly light that seemed to sync with the stagnant red sky above them. It was a piece of pure malice, forged to kill things that weren't supposed to die.

***"Don’t you even...

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