Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Nine
Before Khorla could raise her hammer, the ground trembled. A rift in space split behind Crow—and from it, Primordial Dragon Xar'Zenth descended like a collapsing star.
With a flash of his glowing eyes, a single breath of warped time, and twisted reality surged forward.
Khorla was on her knees.
The molten forge cracked.
Before she could recover, Crow raised his hand, divine energy coiling around his fingers like chains of fate. The Divine Contract activated—an ancient sigil flaring between them.
Her resistance vanished.
The fire around her stilled. Her molten armor cooled. And with a sudden shift, her expression softened.
She bowed her head.
"...Master."
With reverence, Khorla stood, walking toward him, sparks dancing in her hair. She smiled faintly.
"Command me… I burn only for you now."