Chapter 93
last update2023-07-31 21:12:45
Marcel, who was almost dozing off on the floor, immediately stood up when he heard the door open from Bo's room. Andrew's smile welcomed his still startled face.

"Unfortunate for you, this is the first time I've seen William's beloved assistant have to sleep on the cold floor waiting for a scrawny man like me, who is often labeled as weak. Aren't you friends with Bo's bodyguards?"

"No, they are too rigid and see me as an enemy. By the way, is it done? What's the result of your nearly two-hour meeting in there, Mr. Andrew?"

"Call Mr. William, I want to report to him first. After all, he's my boss. Why should I report to you first?"

Marcel nodded resignedly and took out his hidden phone from his pocket. His hands danced around, scrolling through the phone screen to find William's number.

"Why are you still here?"

Andrew and Marcel were taken aback by Bo's bodyguard coming out of the elevator. The two handsome bodyguards who escorted them to this floor seemed sarcastic.

"Well, Marc
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Season 2-Chp 43

    The fortress still smoldered with the memory of fire. Dawn light crept across the blackened stones, painting the ruins in a pale gray. Smoke curled lazily from collapsed towers, and the stench of ash clung to every breath. Survivors moved like shadows, dragging the wounded, gathering the dead, whispering names as if afraid the air itself might shatter under the weight of loss.At the highest balcony, Elias stood with his sword sheathed, his knuckles white on the parapet. He had not slept. He could still hear the Shadowlord’s laughter echoing in his skull, still see the flames swallowing his councilors, still feel the accusing stares when the sword had betrayed his bloodline.Behind him, footsteps approached. Marcus’s voice cut the silence. “You’ve been out here all night.”Elias didn’t look at him. “The walls are weaker than I feared. Another attack, and we will not hold.”Marcus stepped beside him, face pale with exhaustion. “And the council is weaker still. They whisper about you, E

  • Season 2-Chp 42

    The clash between Elias and the Shadowlord split the night apart. Their blades and magic tore the air like thunder, sparks spraying across the courtyard as if the heavens themselves were bleeding fire. Every strike Elias made pushed the Shadowlord back a step, but every counterstrike nearly shattered Elias’s bones.Marcus and Helena struggled to regain their footing, each dragging themselves upright amid the chaos. Soldiers clashed around them, steel against steel, but even the fiercest of warriors paused at intervals to glance toward the duel that seemed to decide the fate of the fortress.Helena’s lips were bloodied, but her voice was steady. “We cannot just watch. If Elias falls, all is lost.”Marcus shook his head, sword trembling in his grip. “We’re no match for that monster. Look at him—he wields fire as if it were breath itself.”“Then we cut off his air,” Helena snapped. She raised her hand, summoning a shimmer of frost across her palm. With a flick, shards of ice spiraled int

  • Season 2-Chp 41

    “We convene,” Elias began, his voice carrying authority. “To address not only the betrayal within our ranks but the greater threat looming over all of us.”Immediately, murmurs rose. Old men with creased faces leaned toward each other, whispering. Younger members shifted nervously in their seats.It was Helena who broke the growing buzz. “Threat? Elias, what threat is greater than treachery among our own?” Her tone was scornful, her silver hair catching the firelight.Elias leaned forward. “The enemy has already breached our walls. Not with swords, but with lies. Tell me, Helena—how else would they know of our defenses, our secret passages, our weaknesses?”Gasps fluttered through the chamber.“You dare accuse me?” Helena’s fists clenched on the table. “I have fought for this council longer than you have drawn breath.”But before Elias could respond, a man at the far end stood. It was Marcus, his cloak still damp from travel. “Enough,” he said, voice steady. “Helena is not the one we

  • Season 2-Chp 40

    The silence in the war chamber stretched so long it became unbearable. Only the flickering of the torches broke through the suffocating stillness. Maps were scattered across the oak table, marked with blood-red ink. Arrows pointed to enemy strongholds, but none of the commanders dared to move their pieces.“You’re all staring as if the maps will move themselves,” General Kael said, his voice sharp. He slammed his fist against the table, making the goblets of wine tremble. “We cannot sit idle any longer. The enemy knows where we are.”Elara, the youngest strategist in the room, raised her eyes. “And if we attack blindly, General, we march straight into their trap. You saw what happened at Drelith Pass. Thousands slaughtered because no one questioned the obvious path.”“Drelith Pass was betrayal,” Kael spat, glaring at her. “And I will find the one who whispered our plans to the enemy.” His eyes swept across the chamber deliberately, pausing just long enough on each face to stir unease.

  • Season 2-Chp 39

    The council chamber was silent, save for the echo of dripping rain against the glass dome above. The storm had gathered over the fortress as though summoned by the tension inside. Every face turned toward the heavy oak doors when they creaked open, revealing Elias, soaked from the downpour, his expression grave.“Finally,” muttered Councillor Maren, drumming his fingers against the table. “We were beginning to wonder if you had abandoned us in our hour of trial.”Elias shut the door firmly behind him. His eyes swept the chamber, pausing on Seraphina, who sat at the far end, her arms crossed and her stare unyielding.“I would never abandon this council,” Elias said, his voice steady but colder than usual. “But what I found tonight will change everything. And some of you may not like it.”The room shifted uneasily.“Then speak,” said Seraphina sharply.Elias approached the long table, dropping a bundle of wet parchments on the wood. He spread them open, revealing faded maps, coded lette

  • Season 3-Chp 38

    Vex stood a few feet away, blade in hand, eyes scanning the cracked steel beams overhead. “We don’t have long,” he said. “The Gate’s pulse is unstable. If it collapses now, it could take the entire sector with it.”Lukas’s gaze drifted to the floor. Obsidian shards glinted like cold eyes. “William…” he muttered. “He’s… not done with me yet.”“He never is,” Vex said, voice low. “But you’ve got to decide what’s more important: him, Andrew, or the Dagger itself.”Lukas clenched his teeth. The Obsidian Dagger was heavy in his palm, buzzing faintly, demanding allegiance. His eyes swept over the chamber. Jerome was gone — escaped — but his warning still hung in Lukas’s mind. Andrew is different now… Andrew has been to the Gate.William’s voice slithered through the shadows, low and amused. “Ah, hesitation. The first taste of weakness. Tell me, Lukas — what will you sacrifice? Another dozen lives? Or your own sanity?”Lukas didn’t answer. His mind replayed the misty glimpses of Andrew: seren

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App