Chapter 83 The Price Of Victory

• The castle looked like a battlefield between gods.
• Entire sections of the ancient structure had been warped by dimensional instability, their stone walls twisted into impossible angles that hurt to look at directly. The great hall where we had gathered for so many feasts and ceremonies were now open to the sky, its roof torn away by the forces we had barely managed to contain.
• But we were alive. Against all odds, against cosmic forces that had been planning this invasion for centuries, we had survived.