Chapter 35 — The Obsidian Throne
The Obsidian Throne loomed like a wound in the heart of the Vaelthorn Court.
It was a colossal seat carved from a single block of black volcanic glass, its surface etched with glowing runes that pulsed with ancient abyssal power. The throne room was massive, its walls lined with hundreds of demons from every fractured court — nobles, warlords, spies, and opportunists — all gathered to witness the duel.
Cairis stood at one end of the blood-stained arena floor, shadows writhing around him like living armor. His horns gleamed under the crimson light of floating hellfire orbs. His eyes burned with cold fury.
Opposite him stood Lord Vorath — his eldest brother. Taller, broader, and radiating raw power, Vorath wore armor forged from the bones of fallen enemies. His smile was cruel and confident.
