Chapter 2210 Storming Nether City
- Seven days later, at first light, the distant black ramparts of Nether City finally breached the horizon. Columns of funereal smoke curled above its jagged spires, and the city’s once-solemn gates gaped like the maw of a waking beast.
- Inside those walls, streets throbbed with frenzy. Ragged criers perched on shattered rooftops, shouting themselves hoarse, “The Nether King is dead—long live the Third Prince!” Their voices rippled across the alleys like a feverish tide, drowning out every other sound.
- “Is the Third Prince not afraid of divine retribution?” Adalinda hissed, her golden eyes burning hotter than the embers in her throat.