Chapter 1211 Bounty On Aiden

• Aiden drew his brows together, the crease darker than storm clouds. Whatever he had just declared still echoed between the walls. Slowly, he shifted his gaze to Solomon and Spencer, testing their reactions, weighing the tremor beneath their calm.
• "Dragon Lord, do you mean to say you suspect Hell has been smuggling its people out into our world—each one wearing identical masks so they can seed new factions in the open?"
• "Exactly." Aiden gave a curt nod, the word sharp enough to slice the silence.