Chapter 5568 Perfect Timing
- As the overlord of Fourth Hall, she knew the rules better than anyone. She would sooner die than allow Jared to claim her body against her will. Enaricus' charge was nothing but mud flung to darken her name.
- Behind her, the Celestial Guards tightened their formation. Armor clinked. Knuckles whitened around spear shafts—all silent vows to shield their mistress or fall in the attempt.
- Isabel stepped up beside them, rage flickering in her gaze. Had she possessed the strength, she would have cut Enaricus down where he stood.