An hour later, Still in the Chamber of Aethelred, beneath the Black CitadelRina's POV The bells of the Black Citadel tolled three times - each chime heavy as a prophecy, echoing through stone that had tasted centuries of blood and betrayal.Far below the capital’s shining spires, the Chamber of Aethelred waited—a cathedral of judgment carved from living obsidian. Torches guttered, blue and silver, painting the circle of thrones in unearthly light.I stood before the Ten, the rulers of what the living feared to name. Lord Dexter Valerius’s silver hair gleamed, his eyes, red as spilt wine, glowed with ancient patience. Beside him, Selena Moondrake sat regal and venomous. Kaelen Ironfang, the Alpha Marshal, leaned forward, a mountain of scars and sinew, his amber gaze molten with contempt. Cassiel the Unyielding, Archangel Arbiter, gleamed in quiet fury. Asmodan Veythar, Demon Minister of Pacts, lounged with his silk-wrapped smile.
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