Chapter 87

• Chapter 87: The Fragility of Power
• Aria’s POV
• Veyron's lair has oppressive air. With a dim crimson light from cursed artifacts scattered across the vast space, shadows twisted and swirled on the walls. The icy bite of the charmed chains that shackled my wrists burned like fire into my flesh, causing pain. The energy here was poisonous to my own being, and every breath I drew was tinged with a bitterness that made me gag.