Chapter 935 You Cannot Kill Him

• Finneas tipped his head back and let out a low, amused chuckle. “So many of you showed up just to watch me? I'm humbled—you clearly hold me in the highest regard.”
• Before the massed elite, he showed not a hint of fear; instead, he laughed harder, each breath scattering the tension like dandelion fluff.
• Hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile tugging at his mouth, he looked for all the world like a seasoned statesman inspecting subordinates rather than a lone man besieged.