Chapter 772

• Chapter Seven Hundred and Seventy Two
• Now left entirely alone in the cavernous, quiet study, Elder Lord Sterling walked back to his velvet high-backed chair. He sat down heavily, resting his forearms against the polished wood of his desk. He looked up at the ceiling, staring at the painted murals of the nation’s founding fathers.
• He let out a long, weary sigh, his voice whispering into the empty air, an apology meant for the history books and the spirits of the past. “Forgive me for the chaos I am about to unleash,”