Chapter 84 The Nursery of Shadows

"Get back from the throne! Kael, the salt! Circle her now!"

Caspian’s voice was a frantic rasp, his authority shredded by the metallic hum of the Primal Marrow. He didn't look like a King; he looked like a man drowning in his own heritage. The Throne Room was a deathtrap of shifting obsidian ink...

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