Chapter 930 Magnus Foster Is Dead

• The roar that followed was a thunderclap trapped inside stone walls; its power spiraled skyward like a storm without clouds.
• Finneas stood motionless, his face carved in stone, staring at what was left of Bennett—a decapitated body, sprawled across cold earth.
• He had never been close to the old ascetic. They had crossed paths only a handful of times, yet the man had publicly spoken for him, vouching for his cause when few would. Now that same frail champion lay lifeless at Finneas' feet, and something unnamable twisted deep inside him—half grief, half quiet fury.