Chapter 90 — The Traitor's Reckoning
Korthrax
The rift was his sanctuary, his weapon, and his ever-expanding empire of hunger.
From its depths, Korthrax extended tendrils of consciousness like roots through fertile soil — slow, patient, and utterly inevitable. He did not need to manifest his full avatar yet. That would come later, when the Obsidian Throne was ripe, weakened, and ready to become his new heart.
For now, he worked through his sharpest blade: Nyxara.
He had found her broken and ambitious after her last failure. He fed her just enough power and promises to keep her useful. Through her, he reached the disaffected — minor lords hungry for status, grieving warriors seeking vengeance, fearful citizens tired of endless war and hybrid experiments. He showed them visions tailored to their weaknesses.
