Chapter 128

• KORVUS'S POV
• The wind howled like an ominous warning, tugging at the air and swirling around them with a vicious bite. It carried the scent of blood, of anguish, and of doom. In the center of it all stood Korvus, a storm contained in a man. His eyes glowed like molten gold, burning with fury, and his presence radiated such darkness that the ground beneath seemed to tremble. He was close—close to losing control, to unleashing a wrath that would raze kingdoms to the ground. His mind, however, remained locked in a single, agonizing thought: Where was Rita?
• He was still clueless about the fact that Rita was carrying his child right in her womb. He had no clue that she was carrying the future heir of the Bazil Kingdom, which explains why his anger was still in check. Why he hasn't gone berserk yet.