Chapter 178

• I sprinted toward the screen, my mind racing to process the unfolding chaos. The arena was enclosed by towering metal scaffolds, each level lined with wooden planks that formed crude walkways for spectators. Within moments, Hadrian and Eamon were no longer alone. The audience flooded in, positioning themselves along the various tiers of the structure. They were Eamon’s followers—rogue wolves and outcast vampires, concealed beneath heavy hoods and robes. The forsaken.
• Their voices rose in unison, chanting Eamon’s name while spitting at Hadrian’s feet. Their hatred seeped through the speakers, each venomous syllable piercing my heart. But Hadrian? He remained unshaken. My King stood tall, his imposing gaze locked onto his adversary. Eamon reveled in the crowd’s fury, stoking their rage like a master conductor of discord.
• "Where is Thalassa?" Hadrian’s fists clenched, his sharp gaze scanning the audience, seeking me.