CHAPTER 87 : THE COUNCIL OF SWORDS

The Grand Hall of Eldrath shimmered with an uneasy splendor. Tall obsidian pillars framed a throne wrapped in gold and shadow, where King Theron sat motionless—his crown resting heavy upon his brow, his eyes vacant, as though the very soul of the realm flickered inside him.

Around him, the noble he...

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