Chapter 1087 Two Gifts
- Who has the gall to interrupt a groom before so many powerhouses? Such rudeness bordered on madness, or worse—absolute confidence.
- Heads snapped toward the sky. Every jaw slackened. A single intruder had not come. An army had.
- At its vanguard flew Finneas, cloak snapping, eyes like quiet storms, and the world seemed to exhale in astonishment.