CHAPTER 111
Author: Lyonlee
last update2026-04-17 23:38:35

Silas Thorne fell back to his knees.

Not because he had been forced there in that moment — but because his body had stopped obeying him the way it used to. The shattered study around him no longer felt like a command center. It felt like a place where authority had already been buried and forgotten.

The Zenith Inquisitor did not move immediately.

He simply looked at Silas the way someone looks at damaged infrastructure — not angry, not impressed, just evaluating how long it would take before co
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