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"The Architect and the Asset... you played your parts beautifully. The purge is complete, and the gods have finally delivered the Source to my feet." The throne at the end of the hall slowly rotated, and as the shadow lengthened across the floor, I realized that the man who had broken Dante’s childhood was standing right in front of us, waiting to claim his final prize. (Watch out for Chapter 261) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

Prince at the back of his mind decided that it was something he was going to practice if he leaves the place. The gorgeous throne was made of pure gold and diamonds. And it keeps blinking all the time. The hue of the throne was changing. It was the Prince's first time seeing such a throne. There were some antique manuscripts that Prince had previously seen. He opened his eyes too close to study the writings. The old writings on the throne were the same as the ancient writings in front of the Ancient home on Petit Island. Prince was perplexed why the writings on Petit Island and the writings on the Green Island throne should be the same. What is going on, and what is the secret?

This was a room where many met their doom; I was convinced of it. Initially, shapes blurred in the gloom, but as I approached the steps leading up to the single enormous throne, the light filtering through the domed glass ceiling revealed a horrifying truth: human bones, stark white against the dark stone. I recoiled, a shudder passing through me. “This is my throne, huntress,” his voice echoed, cold as the room itself. He caressed the bone-encrusted chair, a sickeningly tender touch. “These are the bones of my enemies.”

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me forcefully. "Go where?" "Back to the prison. The truck over there is loaded with enemies like you, going back to the Arcadia prisons." I resisted him by dragging my feet, but there was nothing to hold on to and he was strong. Julia told me about the horrors in the prison when she was awaiting her execution after getting caught with her boyfriend at sixteen. I would rather die than be imprisoned. "Please don't kill my baby, I beg you. You can keep all the property." I blurted out whatever came to my mind.

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

He’d been waiting for this moment for a long time now. “...and anyone who sits on the throne of stone is the one that will get the most painful tortures. You deserve this throne. Don’t you, Alpha. Ken.” He emphasized the last two words with mockery and scoffed. The man who once looked fierce, ruthless, a monster for many creatures in Theta was now nothing more than a despicable prisoner full of wounds. He looked so bad that blood was still fresh on him. Rio knew that the Alphas must have been here earlier to pay him a visit by the faint scent of them still lingering in this cell.

“Prince Haydn? Why him?” Jules shrugged slightly. “You know a feral Xeus will never be safe,” he said, looking at his hands. “He’ll be caught, sooner or later. So I just wanted to make sure he’s caught by the good guys. Mother always said how good and fair Prince Haydn was. If the Xeus is really the one who escaped the Kadarian Opal House, it’s very likely that Prince Haydn knows him. And the prince will be fair to him regardless of the Xeus’s nationality—he’s a Pelugian happily married to a Kadarian, after all. And most importantly, Prince Haydn isn’t prejudiced against Xeus alphas—his cousin is one, too.”

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro

We examine the colors closely as Maximus and the government liaison continue arguing. Indeed there are some of these prisoners whose auras showed completely black. They are so far gone and evil that there will be no more saving them. However upon closer inspection some of them still have color. One in particular doesn't have any black at all. For a moment, my gaze is drawn to the pure beauty of the aura and I find myself taking and involuntary step forward when a hand on my arm stops me. looking at Maximus I realize that he and the liaison seem to be waiting for an answer to something. Let them all stay.