Chapter 97 The Final Queen

• The city hadn’t exhaled yet.
• Not after the storm Amara had unleashed in the underworld. Not after Liora's screams echoed through the steel-buried floors of the estate and finally went silent.
• And now, in the aftermath, it was Amara who stood in the war room once more. This time, she didn’t flinch. Not when the names were read. Not when the final remnants of Liora's cells were wiped from the board. She took it all in like oxygen—fuel for a fire that had burned too long to die out now.