Chapter 808 The Ultimatum

• She stepped back. Suddenly, the towering soldier before her seemed no larger than a child lost in the glare of a battlefield flare.
• "Choose," Annabeth said, voice as flat as a razor's edge. "It's the only mercy you'll receive tonight."
• Giovanni's brows welded together. Annabeth had never needed to grant this moment of grace. She offered it solely to see which shard of Yannick's soul would surface—obedience or rebellion.