Chapter 771 Dark Whispers
- Still, for Fechel City's sake, he had to be here.
- At that moment, two sentries escorted the old crone into the suite. Both her hands cradled a crystal sphere, as though any jostle might shatter fate itself.
- Deep wrinkles webbed her face, narrowing her eyes to thin cracks, yet a sly spark still flickered in their murky whites.