Chapter 64 Echoes Of The Lost

The instant Kael spoke, the echoes of the Thronehold halted in time. The obsidian nameplate once a testament to his curse, now dust in his palm broke apart, crumbling into nothing but ash that swirled on the wind like dark snow. But the silence that followed was heavy. It was a silence that had waited centuries, a silence that was only now being given voice. It was then that Kael understood the real price of his disobedience.