Chapter 77 The King Of Shadows

• The mountain trembled as if straining to contain the fury coiled in its heart. Cracks veined the stone underfoot, light leaking from them like molten gold one moment and black flame the next.
• Kelvin’s hand tightened around Lucia’s as the hum from the final shard deepened, a pulse that shook their bones. All around, warriors of the North drew back in uneasy silence.
• Then came the voice — not from the air, but from everywhere.