Chapter 6065 Combined Formation
- A flicker of complexity surfaced in Lucian's gaze.
- "The Fourteenth Firmament is far from calm," he murmured. "Factions jockey, and even the Celestial Palace feels the strain. Master sent us below to temper our blades—and perhaps to prepare for storms above."
- Lyria kept quiet for a breath. The torch-light caught a small tilt of her chin, then her lips curved, bright and sudden.