Chapter 183 Draven's Curiosity

• ~ Cassandra ~
• Sitting across from Draven at breakfast felt like an odd return to the mundane—if anything about this new world could be considered mundane. The sky was still a sickly, murky grey, with swirling clouds that refused to clear, as if the heavens themselves knew that the balance had been tipped. The darkness, thick and oppressive, loomed over everything, a testament to the power we had summoned.
• But even the looming apocalypse couldn’t take away the pleasure of a simple meal. I smiled as I picked at the meat in front of me, savoring the subtle taste of victory on my tongue. The packlands were mine for the taking now. I had done what no one had thought possible, and soon, the packs would crumble at my feet.