Chapter 53 Chapter Fifty Three

• Dareth’s words sent a ripple of tension through the room. Even the murmuring elders fell silent. All eyes were now on the tall, broad-shouldered figure standing at the far end of the hall. His voice had boomed like a war drum, steady and unshakable. There was no doubt in his tone. It wasn’t a threat—it was a prophecy.
• Kael rose from his kneeling position slowly, the weight of the moment resting heavily on his shoulders. He turned to face Dareth fully, locking eyes with him. Dareth’s aura was different. It wasn’t just rage—it was cold, calculating, and deeply personal.
• "You think I stole something from you?" Kael asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, but the silence in the hall made it ring loud. "You’re wrong. I lost everything the night you had my father killed!"