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Chapter 68: The One Who Watches

Author: Nana A
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-05 13:02:12

The moment I touched that throne, something inside me cracked. Not like a tear. Not like a break.

Like a shatter.

The vision was still burning behind my eyes—my hands slick with blood, my pack dead around me, my crown forged from sorrow. I wanted to scream, to tear that stone apart with my bare hands. But I couldn’t even breathe.

Because I wasn’t alone.

There, behind the throne—half-cloaked in shadow—stood a figure I didn’t recognize. Tall. Still. Eyes glowing the color of glacial fire. Not Nyx. Not Thorne. Not any god I’d met.

But he was watching me like he knew every sin I hadn’t yet committed.

Kael moved instinctively, placing himself between me and the stranger. His power surged in the dim chamber, raw and ragged.

Lucan, one hand still pressed against his bleeding temple, grunted, “We have got to stop finding secret crypt people.”

My father didn’t speak.

He was frozen.

And that terrified me more than the stranger himself.

The figure stepped forward. One step. That was a
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