Chapter 13
Chapter 13
The High Council chambers were a cavern of polished obsidian and gold, designed to intimidate the guilty and elevate the righteous. Today, the massive room felt like a tomb.
Mage Lord Kaelen Thorne stood at the center of the circular dias, his posture rigid, his face an ashen mask of p
Chapter 14
Chapter 14
The air in the Vance estate felt poisoned.
Leo sat at the heavy oak desk in his training room, the shadows of the late afternoon stretching across the floorboards. The house was utterly silent, save for the distant, rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. It was the s
Chapter 15
Chapter 15
The High Council chambers were a cavern of suffocating silence, built of dark marble and vaulted ceilings that trapped the cold. There was no warmth left in the room, nor in the city, nor in Kaelen Thorne’s chest.
In the center of the obsidian floor, stripped of the stolen silks and cu
