Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Five
Rain pattered softly against the castle windows, a calming contrast to the swirling emotions inside. The sky outside darkened, casting the chamber in a silver-blue hue.
Crow stood by the window, watching the downpour, arms crossed. Behind him, tension lingered like a storm waiting to break.
None of the four Primordial goddesses spoke, but their eyes never left him.
Sylvanna's fingers twitched near her sword's hilt.
Liana leaned closer with a smirk, unbothered by the others.
Valeria's icy gaze never blinked.
Elyndra's fingers sparked with ethereal light, betraying her restraint.
Crow sighed again. "I need to find a dungeon. A dangerous one. Alone."