Chapter 98 — Korthrax's Embrace
The Obsidian Throne had never felt so quiet.
After the grueling weeks of battles, purges, and desperate rituals, the kingdom had slipped into a fragile, exhausted calm. The largest rift remained subdued for now, its hungry pulse reduced to a low, distant throb. The Celestial Host had withdrawn to lick its wounds. Nyxara's agents had gone silent, at least for the moment. The people celebrated small victories — reopened markets, repaired homes, children laughing in the streets again.
Liora and Cairis allowed themselves to sink into it.
