Loading...
On the outer tower of Agel Lan's castle, with the city sprawling below, Duke Regis Brant stood solemnly by the parapet.
"...."
His eyelids closed, his eyes darted beneath them, and his fingers twitched around his staff. Veins bulged like spiderwebs across his furrowed brow, signaling his deep concentration. He was attuned to every corner of the city, perceiving it in ways beyond ordinary sight, through wavelengths of color invisible to the naked eye, smells, and sounds, all at once.
This hyper-awareness was a boon from opening the demonic realm, allowing him to control the hounds. Despite the screams and fear filling the air, casualties outside the walls were minimal, a testament to Regis's meticulous planning. He didn't wish for Agel Lan to crumble completely. The citizens were the seeds of the city, and a certain level of sacrifice was enough to engrave fear and anger into their souls.
His main targets were the nobles within the inner castle and their retainers, those who hadn't sworn loyalty or stood in his way, turning crisis into opportunity. When he heard that even Marquess Burchard had fallen, he sensed his...
Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.
