Deep Down Your Black Heart
“The organization abides by one sacred rule. You kill the king, you become the king. Isn’t that right?”
The room fell into a heavy silence. The seers’ tattoos burned brightly, their bodies convulsing as if caught between worlds. One by one, they dropped to their knees, their heads bowed low. Their voices rose in unison, trembling as they declared, “Yes, sir!”
“Good,” Hound said, his voice softer now, but no less commanding. He turned his gaze toward Bleak, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Now, what shall I do with you?”
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