Chapter 390 You Talk Too Much

• The voice spoke in an ancient desert tongue. None of the Vargas knew a single word of it, yet every one of them understood its meaning in their bones.
• A suffocating miasma poured out of the tree like smoke from a furnace. It pressed down on their chests and crushed the breath from their lungs.
• The King froze. Leopold shuddered, with his arms wrapped protectively around his sister. The guards stood rooted to the earth, unable to lift a finger.