Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight
After a long day of missions, contracts, and managing his ever-growing legion of heroes and divine-ranked units, Crow finally let out a quiet sigh and retreated to his private chamber deep within his obsidian castle.
With a wave of his hand, the enchanted crystal lights dimmed. The castle fell silent, save for the occasional distant thrum of magic or whisper of wind outside the walls.
He laid down on the enormous bed—more of a throne than a resting place—his body sinking slightly into the spell-woven sheets.
Xar'Zenth, curled around the castle like a serpent around a jewel, gave a soft rumble of contentment, sensing his master's peace.
Unaware of the jealous glares, the brewing tension between his divine-ranked companions, or the madness building beyond his walls, Crow drifted into sleep.
For now, the world could wait.