Chapter 107 — The Poisoned Feast
The Grand Hall of the Obsidian Throne had never felt more like a battlefield.
Crystal chandeliers filled with captured starlight hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting cold silver glows over long tables laden with the finest demonic delicacies. Obsidian Heart Stew bubbled in massive silver cauldrons. Flamekissed Bread lay in steaming piles. Shadowcake layered with complex emotions sat untouched by most. Musicians played low, haunting melodies, but the atmosphere was thick with suspicion and ambition.
Cairis sat at the head of the central table like a king who had remembered his cruelty.
He wore full ceremonial armor, black as midnight, with blood-red runes glowing faintly along the edges. Liora stood beside his throne in her chains — wrists, ankles, and the silver collar that marked her as his property. She wore a simple dark gown provided by the guards, torn slightly at the shoulder from earlier training.
