Chapter One Hundred and Eighty
Inside his towering obsidian castle, lit by ethereal blue flames and guarded by undead titans, Crow sat on his throne—calm, silent, and calculating. The vast hall echoed only with the faint hum of magic. His Primordial contracts pulsed faintly in the air, tethered to the divine and god-rank units stored safely within his pocket dimension.
Khorla knelt near the throne, still radiating molten heat, eyes never leaving him.
Thalgrun, seated on a nearby bench made from enchanted stone, drank from a dwarven mug, still processing everything he'd witnessed. "Lad… you're not just a player anymore. You're something else."
Crow said nothing. His fingers danced through several glowing menus, calculating point values, hero slots, resource flows.
Above him, Xar'Zenth's massive wing coiled lazily around the upper columns of the castle, its breaths making the air thrum with unstable power. Liana, Sylvanna, and Valeria lingered at the edges of the room, watching from the shadows, eyes locked on every move Khorla made near him.
And outside, the next storm approached—one only Crow was prepared for.