Chapter 129

• Chapter 129: Damon's Fury
• Mobius isn't done.
• Even as Eleanor's words still hang in the air, sharp as blades and weighted with defiance, Mobius steps forward with deliberate menace. His aristocratic features twist into something primally cruel and determined—an expression that has made empires crumble over centuries of his immortal existence. His eyes narrow, cold as winter midnight, and he looks ready to strike—not with claws or fangs, but with words sharpened by centuries of unbending pride and unyielding conviction. His piercing gaze stays fixed on Eleanor like she's a persistent stain he intends to scrub out of the conversation—and possibly existence—entirely.