Chapter 2197 Fractured Flames
- Weston’s eyes gleamed beneath the ghost-light. “Otherwise,” he asked, voice low and steady, “why do you think those nobles of the Upper Realm forced our kind into demonic madness?” His words dripped like molten iron.
- Emrys, standing amid the swirling ashes, ventured, “Could it be... for the Nether Flame?”
- Weston gave a nod. “Exactly. I don’t know their purpose, but if they win that fire, the Netherrealm will bleed. We can’t let them succeed.”