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Chapter 163 - Whispered Words

last update publish date: 2026-02-21 12:23:07

(Apollo & Adelaide)

The throne room did not empty. It bled out, slow and reluctant.

It drained, slow as cooling blood.

At Apollo’s dismissal, demons scattered like ash caught in a furnace draft. They retreated the way smoke does when cold air invades—slow, unwilling, eyes clinging to the throne, bodies shifting backward rather than daring to turn away. Whispers died on their tongues. Wings snapped tight to spines. Claws scraped stone, the sound too sharp, too loud in the hush that followed.
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