Chapter 687

• Harold Lytton was tall and burly. Now he gripped a massive bronze hammer in each hand and glared at the Blood Moon Enforcer, grief and fury boiling over.
• They knew the Zenith Gate was ruthless and cold-blooded. The Lyttons had long clung to that warrior clan, always treading on thin ice around them.
• Last time, when the other side demanded they send a Celestial Master into the mortal world to probe—and basically die—they hadn’t dared refuse.