Chapter 92 — Sacrifice
Korthrax
The time for games was over.
Korthrax floated in the vast darkness of his domain, a colossal consciousness of writhing shadow and stolen celestial light. His countless eyes blinked in perfect synchronization as he observed the Obsidian Throne through a thousand corrupted vessels. The seeds he had planted had borne fruit. Doubt festered. Fear grew. The hybrid queen's visions had weakened her resolve. The bond between her and the demon king was fraying under the weight of constant pressure.
He smiled with a thousand mouths.
Now was the moment to strike.
Not with brute force alone — though that would come. He would break them from within first. He would force them to face their greatest fears: separation, failure, the slow erosion of the very thing that made them strong.
The Keystone was his target.
