Chapter 72 Judged

• The grand hall of judgment had not been used in years. Dust had gathered on its stone pillars and cobwebs clung to the tall, arched windows. But that morning, the torches blazed, and every seat was filled to the brim. The air was heavy with curiosity, anger, and fear.
• At the centre of it all, Damien stood. His recovery had been swift, though not yet complete. His frame was still leaner than before, but his golden eyes burned with fury.
• And beside him, Aria stood for the first time not as a servant, patient, or a victim but as his chosen. Her dress was simple, pale silver that glowed softly in the firelight. When she entered the chamber, their murmurs rose like wind through dry leaves.