Diego’s eyes were dark and unreadable, like a lake sealed beneath layers of winter ice.He lounged lazily in a carved high-backed chair, but his relaxed posture did nothing to soften the oppressive power he exuded.His hand rested elegantly on the armrest—slender, pale, and precise, like it had been carved from marble.He looked down, unmoved, at the line of people forced to kneel before him.One glance was all it took.That emotionless gaze, as calm as still water, contained no rage, no pity—yet no one in the room dared to breathe loudly under it.The pressure was suffocating, as if even time had been frozen.None of the kneeling men dared speak.This was him—the terrifying ruler of Avenlith. Diego.He tilted his head slightly, his tone flat and indifferent, like death and life meant nothing to him.“This is the last group?”Behind him, Nash and Abel stood tall and aler
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