Chapter 20 ~ The Haunt For Lucas

• King Tharion’s obsidian throne room was cloaked in shadows, the torchlight flickering over the polished black stone and golden filigree. The air was thick with anticipation, as if even the room itself waited for the storm the king would unleash. Tharion’s cold eyes pierced through Maelrik, who stood rigidly at attention before him.
• “I know you lie, Cazien,” Tharion’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “He is not where you say he is. Something is being hidden from me.”
• Maelrik stiffened, feeling the weight of the king’s gaze. “Your Highness, the priest assures...”