Chapter 117

• Cesmae's POV
• Kylian’s eyes glint with satisfaction, as though relishing Raizel’s outrage. “Your precious Damaris was only the beginning, many others have lost their lives for the cause.” He hisses, his tone dripping with malice. “Do you want to know what made her death so special? She begged, Raizel. She begged for mercy while I held her life in my hands. She screamed, she fought, but it only made it more... delicious. I killed her, right there on that very altar,” he says, pointing to where I lie bound and helpless. “And do you know what the best part was? She thought you would come for her, right up until her last breath.” He laughs, a dark, twisted sound. “But you never did, did you?”
• Raizel’s face contorts with a fury so intense it’s almost frightening. “You monster,” he snarls, voice trembling with rage. He takes a step forward, his hands curled into fists. “You stole her life to satisfy your vile thirst for power. You will pay for every drop of blood you’ve spilled, every life you’ve taken. I swear by the goddess herself, Kylian—your life ends here.”