Chapter 89 — Korthrax's Embrace
Korthrax
He had waited long enough.
The rift was no longer just a wound — it was his kingdom, his mind, his ever-expanding empire of hunger. From its depths, Korthrax extended his consciousness like roots through fertile soil, patient, relentless, and utterly inevitable. He did not need armies yet. He did not need to manifest his full avatar and risk another costly confrontation. That would come later, when the Obsidian Throne was ripe, weakened, and ready to become his new heart.
For now, he would strike at the heart of their strength.
Liora.
The hybrid. The thief of hearts. The one who carried both shadow and stolen dawn within her fragile mortal frame. She was perfection. The balanced meal he had craved for eons. He had tasted her fear during their previous contacts. He had felt her temptation — the sweet relief of surrender, the end of constant struggle. She was close to breaking. He only needed the right pressure.
