Chapter 58 The Ambassador

• The dimensional rift that opened in the throne room at midnight was unlike anything we'd encountered before. Instead of the chaotic tear that allowed random entities to slip through, this was controlled, deliberate—a doorway opened by conscious intent.
• I was alone when it happened, having dismissed the guards for a private audience with the skull relics.
• Their whispers had been growing more urgent throughout the day, warning of something approaching that required my personal attention.