Chapter 868 Buried Truths
- Though framed as a question, Loki's voice carried neither disrespect nor heat—only a chilled precision that made evasion impossible.
- The air itself seemed to tighten, as though the marble walls were inching closer with every measured beat of his words.
- Annabeth's brow twitched. Even she, an outsider to this kingdom, felt the weight gathering like a storm about to break.