All Chapters of Rise Of The Underworld King : Chapter 461
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Chapter 461
Mirreti leaned forward, the old warning in his voice turned into a low, predatory growl. “Ethan, I am not asking,” he said, each word deliberate and hard. “If you step into that pit, one of mine will be in the dark with you. A king who rejects counsel is a king walking to his doom.” His hand curled
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The warehouse breathed like a held breath — dust motes hanging in the dim, a single shaft of tired light slicing through the gloom. Rusted beams stood like ribs against the ceiling and everywhere there was the smell of old oil and colder things. Ethan stepped inside as if into a chapel, the echo of
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Raymond flicked his wrist, a small, theatrical motion, and two of them stepped forward. One clattered toward the high metal doors at the back of the warehouse; the other began dragging a length of chain across the entrance, the sound loud and final in the vaulted space. Ethan didn’t flinch. His hand
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Ethan’s shoulders dropped the smallest amount, a motion of tired acceptance and something else — a readiness that went deeper than his muscles. “You couldn’t keep this from happening,” he said. “Not really. Somebody always hears. Somebody always cares.” Raymond’s laugh was soft and small and utterl
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Raymond smiled as if Ethan had complimented him. “Power is a very poor word. I prefer cause and effect. I prefer to see a result. And tonight the result will be simple: an audience that learns to fear mistakes. A kingdom of small, obedient men.” He paused and, for the first time, a brittle impatienc
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Raymond paced once more, then stopped and leaned on the crate as if to listen to whatever secret the wood might offer him. “I could end it now,” he said. “One breath, gone. No theatrics. But we like theater. So let us prolong the exquisite.” Ethan met his gaze and found, not cruelty alone, but a ki
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Ethan’s fingers grazed the tin; he felt metal and the slick of sweat. He wrenched it toward him and in that motion the younger man who had been closest caught his wrist in a grip like a vice. The tin clattered to the floor. Raymond smiled as if opening a present. “Did you really think it would be t
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The command cracked like a gunshot through the warehouse. For a beat the air itself seemed to take a step back — a held breath — and then the men surged. They came in a sprawl of motion: boots thudding on concrete, the metallic clack of rifle stocks and the zipper-snap of holsters. Three men lunge
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Raymond’s men were professionals, not amateurs: the way they adjusted their stances, the suppressive firing that stuttered instead of full-auto, the quick, practiced moves to flank — all evidence of planning. But professionalism can be brittle when met with absolute will. Ethan’s will was the kind t
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Raymond watched as if witnessing a play in which the lead actor had refused the script and improvised. For the first time since Ethan had entered the warehouse, the man’s smile cracked. He had expected a spectacle of obedience, not the precise, stubborn dismantling of his instruments. Ethan didn’t