Chapters 200

Ceasars pov-

The manor’s war room pulses with tension, the air thick with the scent of wax and steel, Veyra’s bloodied map spread across the oak table like a taunt, its crimson crescent-and-claw symbol a blade at our throats. Her new ritual site lies beneath our home, a hidden chamber where her cha...

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