Chapter 65 The Blood-Link Ritual

"Helmet. Off. Now!" Vane’s roar echoed through the rafters, vibrating the very crystal of the shattered chandeliers.

The Great Hall was a pressure cooker. To my left, the Witch Lord—wearing Caspian’s face—watched the scene with a terrifying, detached amusement. To my right, Kael was a ghost, his kn...

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