Chapter 268

The council chamber was cold. Even for Noctis.

Dimitri sat alone at the head of the obsidian table, fingers interlaced, elbows resting on the carved arms of his throne. His coat was military-cut, dark crimson, streaked faintly with dried blood—not his.

The room filled slowly.

One by one, the council...

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